The near and the far-off from thee scoff at thee, O defiled of name -- abounding in trouble.
We have been a reproach to our neighbours, A scorn and a derision to our surrounders.
Full of stirs -- a noisy city -- an exulting city, Thy pierced are not pierced of the sword, Nor dead in battle.
Thus said the Lord Jehovah: The cup of thy sister thou dost drink, The deep and the wide one, (Thou art for laughter and for scorn,) Abundant to contain.