1Alas, how solitary does the city sit that was so full of people.How is she become as a widow.She that was great among the nations, and princess among the provinces,How is she become tributary.
2Bitterly does she weep at night, and her tears are on her cheeks;Among her lovers she has none to comfort her;All her friends have dealt treacherously with her,They are become her enemies.
3Captivity is Judah’s fate because of affliction, and because of great servitude.She dwells among the nations,She finds no rest,All her persecutors overtook her in her sore straits.
4Dark mourning covers Zion’s roads, because none come to the solemn feasts.All her gates are desolate.Her priests sigh,Her virgins are afflicted, she is in bitterness…
The Five Scrollsa