They humbled the women in Sion, the virgins in the cities of Juda.
Princes were hanged up by their hands: the elders were not honoured.
The chosen men lifted up weeping, and the youths fainted under the wood.
And the elders ceased from the gate, the chosen men ceased from their music.
The joy of our heart has ceased; our dance is turned into mourning.
The crown has fallen our head: yea, woe to us! for we have sinned.
For this has grief come; our heart is sorrowful: for this our eyes are darkened.
Over the mountain of Sion, because it is made desolate, foxes have walked therein.
But thou, O Lord, shalt dwell for ever; thy throne to generation and generation.
Wherefore wilt thou utterly forget us, and abandon us a long time?
Turn us, O Lord, to thee, and we shall be turned; and renew our days as before.
For thou hast indeed rejected us; thou hast been very wroth against us.