Lamentations 5:13

Our skin is black like an oven,

because of the burning heat of famine.

They ravished the women in Zion,

the virgins in the cities of Judah.

Princes were hanged up by their hands.

The faces of elders were not honored.

The elders have ceased from the gate,

and the young men from their music.

The joy of our heart has ceased.

Our dance is turned into mourning.

The crown has fallen from our head.

Woe to us, for we have sinned!