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.

From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.

For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.

He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.

They that did feed delicately are desolate in the streets: they that were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.

Because of the mountain of Zion, which is desolate, the foxes walk upon it.