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Lamentations 1:4 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

The roads to Zion   mourn, for no one comes to the appointed festivals. All her gates are deserted; her priests groan, her young women grieve, and she herself is bitter.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

The roads to Zion mourn, because no one comes to the solemn assembly or the appointed feasts. All her gates are desolate, her priests sigh and groan, her maidens are grieved and vexed, and she herself is in bitterness.

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American Standard Version (1901)

The ways of Zion do mourn, because none come to the solemn assembly; All her gates are desolate, her priests do sigh: Her virgins are afflicted, and she herself is in bitterness.

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Common English Bible

Zion’s roads are in mourning; no one comes to the festivals. All her gates are deserted. Her priests are groaning, her young women grieving. She is bitter.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

DALETH. The pathways of Zion mourn, because there are none who approach for the solemnity. All her gates are destroyed. Her priests groan. Her virgins are filthy. And she is overwhelmed with bitterness.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Daleth. The ways of Sion mourn, because there are none that come to the solemn feast: all her gates are broken down: her priests sigh: her virgins are in affliction and she is oppressed with bitterness.

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Lamentations 1:4
19 Tagairtí Cros  

Then her gates  will lament and mourn; deserted, she will sit on the ground.


Listen! A noise #– #it is coming – a great commotion  from the land to the north. The cities of Judah will be made desolate, a jackals’ den.


Judah mourns; her city gates languish. Her people are on the ground in mourning; Jerusalem’s cry rises up.


I will make Jerusalem a heap of rubble, a jackals’ den. I will make the cities of Judah a desolation, an uninhabited place.


People have heard me groaning, but there is no one to comfort me. All my enemies have heard of my misfortune; they are glad that you have caused it. Bring on the day you have announced, so that they may become like me.


Young men labour at millstones; boys stumble under loads of wood.


The elders have left the city gate, the young men, their music.


And I will punish her for the days of the Baals, to which she burned incense. She put on her rings and her jewellery and followed her lovers, but she forgot me. This is the  Lord’s declaration.


I will send wild animals against you that will deprive you of your children, ravage your livestock, and reduce your numbers until your roads are deserted.


Therefore, because of you, Zion will be ploughed like a field, Jerusalem will become ruins, and the temple’s mountain will be a high thicket.