⁷ Is this your joyous [city], whose antiquity is of ancient days, whose feet carried her afar off to sojourn?

² You that are full of shouting, a tumultuous city, a joyous town; your slain are not slain with the sword, neither are they dead in battle.

²⁹ and the border turned to Ramah, and to the fortified city of Tyre; and the border turned to Hosah; and the goings out of it were at the sea by the region of Achzib;

⁷ I have seen servants on horses, and princes walking like servants on the earth.

¹³ On the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers; yes, on all the houses of joy in the joyous city.

¹ Come down, and sit in the dust, virgin daughter of Babylon; sit on the ground without a throne, daughter of the Chaldeans: for you shall no more be called tender and delicate.

² Take the millstones, and grind meal; remove your veil, strip off the train, uncover the leg, pass through the rivers.