Woe to Ariel, Ariel, The city of the encampment of David! Add year to year, let festivals go round.

And I have sent distress to Ariel, And it hath been lamentation and mourning, And it hath been to me as Ariel.

And as a dream, a vision of night, hath been The multitude of all the nations Who are warring against Ariel, And all its warriors, and its bulwark, Even of those distressing her.

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