This is the joyous city that dwelt carelessly, that said in her heart, I am, and there is none besides me. How she has become a desolation, a place for beasts to lie down in! Everyone who passes by her shall hiss, and wag his hand.

So they shall be made to stumble, their own tongue being against them. All who see them shall wag the head.

For was not Israel a derision to thee? Was he found among thieves? For as often as thou speak of him, thou wag the head.

All who pass by clap their hands at thee. They hiss and wag their head at the daughter of Jerusalem, [saying], Is this the city that men called The perfection of beauty, The joy of the whole earth?