1 Oh, no!She sits alone, the city that was once full of people.Once great among nations, she has become like a widow.Once a queen over provinces, she has become a slave.
2 She weeps bitterly in the night, her tears on her cheek.None of her lovers comfort her. All her friends lied to her;they have become her enemies.
3 Judah was exiled after suffering and hard service.She lives among the nations; she finds no rest.All who were chasing her caught her—right in the middle ofher distress.
4 Zion’s roads are in mourning; no one comes to the festivals.All her gates are deserted. Her priests are groaning,her young women grieving. She is bitter.
5 Her adversaries have become rulers; her enemies relax.Certainly the Lord caused her grief because of her many wrong acts.Her children have gone away, captive before the enemy.
6 Daughter Zion lost all her glory.Her officials are like deer that can’t find pasture.They have gone away, frail, before the hunter.