Those who are near and those far from you shall mock against you, O defiled of name, abounding in tumult.
We have become a shame to our neighbors a scorn and a mockery to those who are around us.
Crashings fill the noisy city, the joyous city. Your slain ones are not slain by the sword, and not dying in battle.
So says the Lord Jehovah: You shall drink your sister’s cup deep and wide; you shall be laughed at and mocked, for it holds much.