Is this your joyous {\i city}, whose antiquity is of ancient days, whose feet carried her afar off to sojourn?\par
O thou that art full of shoutings, a tumultuous city, a joyous town; thy slain are not slain with the sword, neither are they dead in battle.
Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers; yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city.
I have seen servants upon horses, and princes walking like servants upon the earth.\par
and the border turned to Ramah, and to the fortified city of Tyre; and the border turned to Hosah; and the goings out thereof were at the sea by the region of Achzib;