13 Young men carry millstones,boys stagger under loads of wood;
14 The elders have abandoned the gate,the young men their music.
15 The joy of our hearts has ceased,dancing has turned into mourning;
16 The crown has fallen from our head:woe to us that we sinned!
17 Because of this our hearts grow sick,at this our eyes grow dim:
18 Because of Mount Zion, lying desolate,and the jackals roaming there!
19 But you, Lord, are enthroned forever;your throne stands from age to age.