Lamentations 1:1; Lamentations 2:1; Lamentations 4:1-2
How lonely sits the city That was full of people! She has become like a widow Who was once great among the nations! She who was a princess among the provinces Has become a forced laborer!
How the Lord has covered the daughter of Zion With a cloud in His anger! He has cast from heaven to earth The glory of Israel, And has not remembered His footstool In the day of His anger.
How dark the gold has become, How the pure gold has changed! The sacred stones are poured out At the corner of every street.
The precious sons of Zion, Weighed against fine gold, How they are regarded as earthen jars, The work of a potter's hands!