The elders have left the city gate, the young men, their music.
Joy has left our hearts; our dancing has turned to mourning.
The crown has fallen from our head.a Woe to us, for we have sinned.b17
Because of this, our heart is sick; because of these, our eyes grow dim:c18
because of Mount Zion, which lies desolate [and has] jackals prowling in it.d19
You, Lord, are enthroned forever; Your throne endures from generation to generation.e20
Why have You forgotten us forever,f abandoned us for [our] entire lives?
Lord, restore us to Yourself, so we may return;g renew our days as in former times,
unless You have completely rejected us and are intensely angry with us.