⁷ Is this your exulting one? From the days of old `is' her antiquity, Carry her do her own feet afar off to sojourn.

² Full of stirs -- a noisy city -- an exulting city, Thy pierced are not pierced of the sword, Nor dead in battle.

²⁹ 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,

⁷ I have seen servants on horses, And princes walking as servants on the earth.

¹³ Over the ground of my people thorn -- brier goeth up, Surely over all houses of joy of the exulting city,

¹ Come down, and sit on the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon, Sit on the earth, there is no throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For no more do they cry to thee, `O tender and delicate one.'

² Take millstones, and grind flour, Remove thy veil, draw up the skirt, Uncover the leg, pass over the floods.