1 How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people!
2 She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks;
3 Judah is gone into captivity because of affliction, and because of great servitude;
4 The ways of Zion do mourn, because none come to the solemn assembly;
5 Her adversaries are become the head, her enemies prosper;
6 And from the daughter of Zion all her majesty is departed:
7 Jerusalem remembereth in the days of her affliction and of her miseries all her pleasant things that were from the days of old:
8 Jerusalem hath grievously sinned; therefore she is become as an unclean thing;
9 Her filthiness was in her skirts; she remembered not her latter end;
10 The adversary hath spread out his hand upon all her pleasant things:
11 All her people sigh, they seek bread;
12 Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by?
13 From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them;
14 The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand;
15 The Lord hath set at nought all my mighty men in the midst of me;
16 For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water;
17 Zion spreadeth forth her hands; there is none to comfort her;
18 Jehovah is righteous; for I have rebelled against his commandment:
19 I called for my lovers,
20 Behold, O Jehovah; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled;
21 They have heard that I sigh; there is none to comfort me;
22 Let all their wickedness come before thee;