Translations
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 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 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 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.

