Michael Wise - The ways of Zion do mourn - ноты, текст песни (слова)

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. For these things I weep: mine eye runneth down with water. 
 
Her adversaries are the chief, her enemies prosper; for the Lord hath afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions: her children are gone into captivity before the enemy. For these things I weep: mine eye runneth down with water. 
 
See, O Lord, and consider; for I am become vile. 
Lamentations 1:4-5; 1:11