This, is the city exultant, that sat secure, that said in her heart, I, am ! and no one besides! How hath she become a desolation! a lair of beasts, every one passing, by her doth hiss, shaketh his hand.

I said, Surely thou wilt reverence, Me, wilt accept correction, lest her abode, should be cut of, howsoever I had punished her; but, in truth, they soon corrupted all their deeds.

Yahweh, hath set aside, thy judgments, hath turned back thy foe, - The king of Israel, Yahweh, is in thy midst, thou shalt not fear calamity, any more.

In that day, shall it be said - to Jerusalem, Do not fear, - O Zion, Let not thy hands hang down:

The sad exiles from the appointed meeting, have I gathered, from thee, had they been! but were a burden on thee - a reproach!