Those that are near and those that are far from you will triumph over you. You are filthy, infamous, great in destruction.
Convert us, O God. And reveal your face, and we will be saved.
Filled with clamor, a busy city, an exultant city: your dead have not been slain by the sword, nor did they die in battle.
Thus says the Lord God: You will drink the chalice of your sister, deep and wide. You will be held in derision and in ridicule, to a very great extent.