Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like my sorrow, which has been done to me, with which the LORD has afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.
All that pass by clap their hands at you; they hiss and wag their head at the daughter of Jerusalem, saying, Is this the city that men call The perfection of beauty, The joy of the whole earth?