Is this your exulting one? From the days of old [is] her antiquity, Carry her do her own feet afar off to sojourn.
I have seen servants on horses, And princes walking as servants on the earth.
Full of stirs — a noisy city — an exulting city, Thy pierced are not pierced of the sword, Nor dead in battle.
Over the ground of my people thorn — brier goeth up, Surely over all houses of joy of the exulting city,
and the border hath turned back to Ramah, and unto the fenced city Tyre; and the border hath turned back to Hosah, and its outgoings are at the sea, from the coast to Achzib,