Ah! The bloody city, all lies, Full of plunder, whose looting never stops!
Ah! you who build a city by bloodshed, and who establish a town with injustice!
Swearing, lying, murder, stealing and adultery break out; bloodshed follows bloodshed.
Where is the lionesses’ den, the young lions’ cave, Where the lion went in and out, and the cub, with no one to disturb them?
Who was it that gave Jacob to be despoiled, Israel to the plunderers? Was it not the Lord, against whom we have sinned? In his ways they refused to walk, his teaching they would not heed.
At evening, there is terror, but before morning, they are gone! Such is the portion of those who despoil us, the lot of those who plunder us.
They no longer drink wine and sing; strong brew is bitter to those who drink it.
Mortals are a mere breath, the sons of man but an illusion; On a balance they rise; together they weigh nothing.
The lion tore apart enough for his cubs, and strangled for his lionesses; He filled his lairs with prey, and his dens with torn flesh.