13. Young men toil at the millstone. Boys stagger under loads of wood.
14. Elders are gone from the gate, young men from their music.
15. Joy has ceased in our hearts. Our dance has turned into mourning.
16. The crown has fallen from our head. Oy to us, for we have sinned!
17. Because of this our heart is faint, for these things our eyes are dim,
18. for Mount Zion, which lies desolate, as jackals prowl over it.