Lamentations 5:16

The young men carry millstones.

The children stumbled under loads of wood.

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.

For this our heart is faint.

For these things our eyes are dim:

for the mountain of Zion, which is desolate.

The foxes walk on it.

You, LORD, remain forever.

Your throne is from generation to generation.