The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon, like a hut set up by a watchman.
His confidence is fragile; his security is in a spider’s web.
And the Daughter of Zion is abandoned like a shelter in a vineyard, like a shack in a cucumber field, like a city besieg
For the moth will devour them like a garment, and the worm will eat them like wool. But My righteousness will last forev
He has laid waste His tabernacle like a garden booth; He has destroyed His place of meeting. The LORD has made Zion forg
My dwelling has been picked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; He cu