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 mockery to those who are around us.
Crashings fill the noisy city, the joyous city. Your slain ones are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.
So says the Lord Jehovah: You shall drink of your sister's cup deep and large; you shall be laughed to scorn and mocked; for it holds much.