LORD, I have loved the habitation of thy house, and the place where thine honour dwelleth.

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 similitude of an ox that eateth grass.

Hath a nation changed their gods, which are yet no gods? but my people have changed their glory for that which doth not profit.

Though they bring up their children, yet will I bereave them, that there shall not be a man left: yea, woe also to them when I depart from them!