"O how she has come to sit solitary, the city that was abundant with people!
How she has become like a widow, she that was populous among the nations!
How she that was a princess among the jurisdictional districts has come to be for forced labor! Profusely she weeps during the night, and her tears are upon her cheeks. She has no one to comfort her from among all her lovers.
All her very own companions have dealt treacherously with her. They have become enemies to her."
— Lamentations 1:1-2
- 1 year ago