Add parallel Print Page Options

The roads to Zion mourn, no longer filled with joyous throngs who come to celebrate the Temple feasts; the city gates are silent, her priests groan, her virgins have been dragged away. Bitterly she weeps.

Her enemies prosper, for the Lord has punished Jerusalem for all her many sins; her young children are captured and taken far away as slaves.

All her beauty and her majesty are gone; her princes are like starving deer that search for pasture—helpless game too weak to keep on running from their foes.

Read full chapter

The roads to Zion mourn,(A)
    for no one comes to her appointed festivals.
All her gateways are desolate,(B)
    her priests groan,
her young women grieve,
    and she is in bitter anguish.(C)

Her foes have become her masters;
    her enemies are at ease.
The Lord has brought her grief(D)
    because of her many sins.(E)
Her children have gone into exile,(F)
    captive before the foe.(G)

All the splendor has departed
    from Daughter Zion.(H)
Her princes are like deer
    that find no pasture;
in weakness they have fled(I)
    before the pursuer.

Read full chapter