The adversary hath spread out his hand upon all her pleasant things: for she hath seen that the heathen entered into her sanctuary, whom thou didst command that they should not enter into thy congregation.

The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand: they are wreathed, and come up upon my neck: he hath made my strength to fall, the Lord hath delivered me into their hands, from whom I am not able to rise up.

The elders of the daughter of Zion sit upon the ground, and keep silence: they have cast up dust upon their heads; they have girded themselves with sackcloth: the virgins of Jerusalem hang down their heads to the ground.

Mine eyes do fail with tears, my bowels are troubled, my liver is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.

He sitteth alone and keepeth silence, because he hath borne it upon him.

Fear and a snare is come upon us, desolation and destruction.

They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and cast a stone upon me.

I called upon thy name, O LORD, out of the low dungeon.

Thou drewest near in the day that I called upon thee: thou saidst, Fear not.

Our persecutors are swifter than the eagles of the heaven: they pursued us upon the mountains, they laid wait for us in the wilderness.

Remember, O LORD, what is come upon us: consider, and behold our reproach.

Because of the mountain of Zion, which is desolate, the foxes walk upon it.