Jehovah, I have loved the dwelling place of Your house, and the place where Your honor dwells.

and delivered His strength into captivity, and His glory into the enemy's hand.

Their priests fell by the sword, and their widows made no lamentation.

Thus they changed their Glory into the image of an ox that eats grass.

Has a nation changed their gods, which are not gods? But My people have changed their Glory for that which does not profit.

Though they raise their sons, yet I will make them childless, until not a man is left. Yea, woe also to them when I turn away from them!