Weep for the Destruction

The Western Wall, above which once stood The Temple, destroyed twice each time on this day of great sorrow. Photo by wil robinson 1986

How lonely sits the city
that was full of people!
How like a widow has she become,
she who was great among the nations!
She who was a princess among the provinces
has become a slave.

She weeps bitterly in the night,
with tears on her cheeks;
among all her lovers
she has none to comfort her;
all her friends have dealt treacherously with her;
they have become her enemies.