I have given orders to my chosen soldiers; 1 I have summoned the warriors through whom I will vent my anger, 2 my boasting, arrogant ones. 3
Is this really your boisterous city 1 whose origins are in the distant past, 2 and whose feet led her to a distant land to reside?
The happy sound 1 of the tambourines stops, the revelry of those who celebrate comes to a halt, the happy sound of the harp ceases.
The noisy city is full of raucous sounds; the town is filled with revelry. 1 Your slain were not cut down by the sword; they did not die in battle. 2
Mourn 1 over the land of my people, which is overgrown with thorns and briers, and over all the once-happy houses 2 in the city filled with revelry. 3
This is how the once-proud city will end up 1 – the city that was so secure. 2 She thought to herself, 3 “I am unique! No one can compare to me!” 4 What a heap of ruins she has become, a place where wild animals live! Everyone who passes by her taunts her 5 and shakes his fist. 6
In that day you 1 will not be ashamed of all your rebelliousness against me, 2 for then I will remove from your midst those who proudly boast, 3 and you will never again be arrogant on my holy hill.