Woe to Ariel, to Ariel, the city of David's encampment! Add ye year to year; let the feasts come round.

But I will distress Ariel, and there shall be sorrow and sadness; and it shall be unto me as an Ariel.

And the multitude of all the nations that war against Ariel, even all that war against her and her fortifications, and that distress her, shall be as a dream of a night vision.

Lo, 'Their Ariel,' they have cried without, Messengers of peace do weep bitterly.