How does the city sit solitary, that was full of people! She has become as a widow, who was great among the nations! She who was a princess among the provinces is become tributary!
She weeps sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks; Among all her lovers she has none to comfort her: All her friends have dealt treacherously with her; they are become her enemies.
Yehudah is gone into captivity because of affliction, and because of great servitude; She dwells among the nations, she finds no rest: All her persecutors overtook her within the straits.
The ways of Tziyon do mourn, because none come to the solemn assembly; All her gates are desolate, her Kohanim do sigh: Her virgins are afflicted, and she herself is in bitterness.
Her adversaries are become the head, her enemies prosper; For the LORD has afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions: Her young children are gone into captivity before the adversary.
From the daughter of Tziyon all her majesty is departed: Her princes are become like harts that find no pasture, They are gone without strength before the pursuer.