Is this your city of revelry, whose antiquity is from days of old, whose feet carried her far off to sojourn?
I have seen servants on horses – and rulers walking on the ground like servants.
you who are filled with turmoils, a noisy city, a city of revelry? Your slain are not slain with the sword, nor the dead in battle.
Weeds and thornbushes come up over the ground of My people, indeed, over all the houses of joy, the city of revelry;
And the border turned to Ramah and to the strong city Tsor, and the border turned to Ḥ