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The roads to Zion mourn
    because no one comes to the solemn feasts.
All her gates are desolate;
    her priests sigh,
her virgins are afflicted,
    and she herself suffers bitterly.

Her adversaries have become her masters,
    her enemies prosper;
for the Lord has afflicted her
    because of the multitude of her transgressions.
Her children have gone into captivity
    before the enemy.

From the daughter of Zion
    all her beauty has departed.
Her princes have become like deer
    that find no pasture;
they fled without strength
    before the pursuer.

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