The roads of Zion are in mourning without any going to the appointed feasts. All her gates are laid desolate; her priests are groaning, her virgins are afflicted; and she is in bitterness.
And I will turn your feasts to mourning, and all your songs into a dirge. And I will bring up sackcloth on all loins, and baldness on every head. And I will make it like the mourning for an only son; and the end of it shall be like a day of bitterness.
And did He not make you one? And the vestige of the Spirit is to him. And what of the one? He was seeking a seed of God; even guard your spirit, and do not act deceitfully with the wife of your youth.