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.