Translations
The ways of Zion do mourn, because none come to the solemn feasts: all her gates are desolate: her priests sigh, her virgins are afflicted, and she is in bitterness.
The roads to Tziyon are in mourning — no pilgrim comes to the appointed feasts. All her gates stand desolate; her priests groan, her young women grieve, and she herself is in bitter anguish.
The roads to Zion are in mourning, for no one comes to her sacred festivals. All her gates are deserted, her priests groan, her young women are grief-stricken — and she herself is in bitterness.
The roads to Zion mourn, because no one comes to her appointed feasts. All her gates are deserted; her priests groan, her maidens grieve, and she herself is bitter with anguish.

