14 The elders have ceased from the gate, the young men from their music.
15 The joy of our heart hath ceased; our dance is turned into mourning.
16 The crown is fallen [from] our head: woe to us, that we have sinned!
17 For this our heart is faint; for these [things] our eyes are dim.
18 Because of the mountain of Zion, which is desolate, the foxes walk upon it.