Is this your jubilant city, whose origin is from antiquity, whose feet have taken her to settle far away?
O city of commotion, O town of revelry? Your slain did not die by the sword, nor were they killed in battle.
I have seen slaves on horseback, while princes go on foot like slaves.
“Go down and sit in the dust, O Virgin Daughter of Babylon. Sit on the ground without a throne, O Daughter of the Chalde
The border then turned back toward Ramah as far as the fortified city of Tyre, turned toward Hosah, and came out at the
and for the land of my people, overgrown with thorns and briers—even for every house of merriment in this city of revelr