'Desolate' in the Bible

The roads of Zion are in mourningBecause no one comes to the appointed feasts.All her gates are desolate;Her priests are groaning,Her virgins are afflicted,And she herself is bitter.

“From on high He sent fire into my bones,And it prevailed over them.He has spread a net for my feet;He has turned me back;He has made me desolate,Faint all day long.

“For these things I weep;My eyes run down with water;Because far from me is a comforter,One who restores my soul.My children are desolateBecause the enemy has prevailed.”

He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces;He has made me desolate.

Those who ate delicaciesAre desolate in the streets;Those reared in purpleEmbrace ash pits.

Because of Mount Zion which lies desolate,Foxes prowl in it.