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