"Those whoare nearand those whoare farfrom you will mockyou, you of illrepute,fullof turmoil.
We havebecomea reproachto our neighbors,A scoffingand derisionto those aroundus.
You whowere fullof noise,You boisteroustown,you exultantcity;Your slainwere not slainwith the sword,Nordid they diein battle.
"Thussaysthe LordGOD,You will drinkyour sister'scup,Which is deepand wide.You will be laughedat and held in derision;It containsmuch.
