Is this your joyous city from days of her old age? Her own feet carry it afar off to stay.
I have seen servants on horses and princes walking as servants on the earth.
Crashings fill the noisy city, the joyous city. Your slain ones are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.
On the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers; yea, on all the houses of joy in the joyous city;
and the border turns to Ramah, and to the strong city Tyre. And the border turns to Hosah, and the boundaries of it are at the sea from the line to Achzib,