The ways of Zion are sad, because no one comes to the holy meeting; all her doorways are made waste, her priests are breathing out sorrow: her virgins are troubled, and it is bitter for her.

As in the day of a holy meeting you have made fears come round me on every side, and no one got away or was kept safe in the day of the Lord's wrath: those who were folded in my arms, whom I took care of, have been sent to their destruction by my hater.

By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.

And I said, My strength is cut off, and my hope from the Lord.

I said to myself, The Lord is my heritage; and because of this I will have hope in him.

Waters were flowing over my head; I said, I am cut off.

You came near in the day when I made my prayer to you: you said, Have no fear.

Away! unclean! they were crying out to them, Away! away! let there be no touching: when they went away in flight and wandering, men said among the nations, There is no further resting-place for them.

Our breath of life, he on whom the holy oil was put, was taken in their holes; of whom we said, Under his shade we will be living among the nations.

You, O Lord, are seated as King for ever; the seat of your power is eternal.