The roads that lead to Zion are in mourning, because no one travels to the festivals. All her gates are desolate; her priests are moaning. Her young women are grieving, and she is bitter.

The LORD did what he planned. He carried out his threat. Just as he commanded long ago, he has torn down without pity; He let the enemy boast about you and has exalted the power of your enemies.

Cry out from your heart to the Lord, wall of fair Zion! Let your tears run down like a river day and night. Allow yourself no rest, and don't stop crying.

He has led me brought me into darkness, not into light.

He laid siege against me, surrounding me with bitterness and suffering.

He is to sit apart and remain silent, because the LORD has laid it upon him.

Let him fall face down in the dust, so there may yet be hope.

Let us examine our lifestyles, putting them to the test, and turn back to the LORD.

Let us lift up our hearts and our hands to God in heaven.