⁷ Is this the town which was full of joy, whose start goes back to times long past, whose wanderings took her into far-off countries?

² You, who are full of loud voices, a town of outcries, given up to joy; your dead men have not been put to the sword, or come to their death in war.

²⁹ And the limit goes round to Ramah and the walled town of Tyre and Hosah, ending at the sea by Heleb and Achzib;

⁷ I have seen servants on horses, and rulers walking on the earth as servants.

¹³ And for the land of my people, where thorns will come up; even for all the houses of joy in the glad town.

¹ Come and take your seat in the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon; come down from your seat of power, and take your place on the earth, O daughter of the Chaldaeans: for you will never again seem soft and delicate.

² Take the crushing-stones and get the meal crushed: take off your veil, put away your robe, let your legs be uncovered, go through the rivers.