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. For these things I weep: mine eye runneth down with water. Her adversaries are the chief, her enemies prosper; for the Lord hath afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions: her children are gone into captivity before the enemy. For these things I weep: mine eye runneth down with water. See, O Lord, and consider; for I am become vile. Lamentations 1:4-5; 1:11
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