"He has builthis houselike the spider's web, Or as a hut[which] the watchmanhas made.
"He is tornfrom the securityof his tent,And they marchhim before the kingof terrors.
The daughterof Zionis leftlike a shelterin a vineyard,Like a watchman'shutin a cucumberfield,like a besiegedcity.
"Like a shepherd'stentmy dwellingis pulledup and removedfrom me; As a weaverI rolledup my life.He cutsme offfrom the loom;From dayuntilnightYou makean endof me.
"For the mothwill eatthem like a garment,And the grubwill eatthem like wool.But My righteousnesswill be forever,And My salvationto allgenerations."
And He has violentlytreatedHis tabernaclelike a garden[booth]; He has destroyedHis appointedmeetingplace.The LORDhas caused to be forgottenThe appointedfeastand sabbathin Zion,And He has despisedkingand priestIn the indignationof His anger.
