And flocks shall lie down in her midst, all the beasts of a nation; both the pelican and the bittern shall roost in the capitals of its pillars; a voice shall sing at the window, ruin shall be at the doorsill, for he will bare the cedar-work.

This is the rejoicing city, dwelling confidently, who says in her heart, I am, and no other still is. How she has become a ruin, a resting-place for animals! Everyone who passes by her shall hiss; he shall wag his hand.

Woe to her rebelling and becoming defiled, to the oppressing city!

She did not obey the voice; she did not receive correction. She trusted not in Jehovah; she did not draw near to her God.

Her rulers within her are roaring lions; her judges evening wolves. They do not gnaw bones for the morning.

Her prophets are proud, men of deceit; her priests have defiled the sanctuary; they have done violence to the Law.

The just Jehovah is in her midst; He will not act perversely. Every morning He gives His justice to the light; He fails not; but the perverse knows no shame.

I said, Surely you will fear Me; you will receive instruction; then her dwelling shall not be cut off, all that I appointed for her. But they rose early, corrupting all their doings.

I will gather the afflicted ones from the appointed place; they were from you, a lifting up of reproach over her.

Behold, at that time I will deal with all those who afflict you. And I will save her who is lame, and gather her who was driven out. And I will give them for a praise and for a name in all the land of their shame.