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.
Lamentations 3:9
He hath inclosed my ways with hewn stone, he hath made my paths crooked.
Lamentations 3:11
He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
Lamentations 3:40
Let us search and try our ways, and turn again to the LORD.