Lamentations 1:4; Lamentations 1:12; Lamentations 2:15; Lamentations 3:9; Lamentations 3:11; Lamentations 3:40
The ways of Zion do mourn, because none come to the solemn feasts: all her gates are desolate: her priests sigh, her virgins are afflicted, and she is in bitterness.
Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith the LORD hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.
All that pass by clap their hands at thee; they hiss and wag their head at the daughter of Jerusalem, saying, Is this the city that men call The perfection of beauty, The joy of the whole earth?
He hath inclosed my ways with hewn stone, he hath made my paths crooked.
He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
Let us search and try our ways, and turn again to the LORD.