How alone sits the city that was full of people! She has become like a widow, once great among the nations, a noblewoman among the nations, but now has become a tribute-payer.

How the Lord has covered the daughter of Zion with a cloud in His anger! He cast down the beauty of Israel from the heavens to the earth and remembered not His footstool in the day of His anger.

How the gold has become dim; the fine gold has changed! The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.

The precious sons of Zion are weighed against pure gold; how they are counted as earthen vessels, the work of a potter's hand!