Is not this your city, which gloried from of old in her antiquity? Her feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.
Full of clamour, a populous city, a joyous city: thy slain are not slain by the sword, nor dead in battle.
Upon the land of my people shall thorns and briers come up. How much more upon all the houses of joy, of the city that rejoiced!
I have seen servants upon horses: and princes walking on the ground as servants.
And it returneth to Horma to the strong city of Tyre, and to Hosa: and the outgoings thereof shall be at the sea from the portion of Achziba.