They are desolate because of their shame, Who are saying to me, `Aha, aha.'
Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.
And they enlarge against me their mouth, They said, `Aha, aha, our eye hath seen.'
They do not say in their heart, `Aha, our desire.' They do not say, `We swallowed him up.'
They are ashamed and confounded together, Who are rejoicing at my evil. They put on shame and confusion, Who are magnifying themselves against me.
How have they become a desolation as in a moment, They have been ended -- consumed from terrors.