O thou that are full of shoutings, a tumultuous city, a joyous town. Thy slain are not slain with the sword, nor are they dead in battle.

Is this your joyous [city], whose antiquity is of ancient days, whose feet carried her afar off to sojourn?

Thorns and briers shall come up on the land of my people, yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city.