Woe to Ariel, Ariel,
the city where David camped!
Continue year after year;
let the festivals recur.

I will oppress Ariel,
and there will be mourning and crying,
and she will be to Me like an Ariel.

All the many nations
going out to battle against Ariel—
all the attackers, the siege works against her,
and those who oppress her—
will then be like a dream, a vision in the night.