This is the joyous city that dwelt carelessly, that said in her heart, I am, and there is none besides me: how is she become a desolation, a place for beasts to lie down in! every one that passeth by her shall hiss, and wag his hand.

This is the town which was full of joy, living without fear of danger, saying in her heart, I am, and there is no other: how has she been made waste, a place for beasts to take their rest in! everyone who goes by her will make hisses, waving his hand.

Αυτη ειναι η ευφραινομενη πολις, η κατοικουσα αμεριμνως, η λεγουσα εν τη καρδια αυτης, Εγω ειμαι και δεν ειναι αλλη εκτος εμου. Πως κατεσταθη ερημος, καταλυμα θηριων· πας ο διαβαινων δι' αυτης θελει συριξει και κινησει την χειρα αυτου.

This is the rejoicing city that dwelt carelessly, that said in her heart, I am, and there is none beside me: how is she become a desolation, a place for beasts to lie down in! every one that passeth by her shall hiss, and wag his hand.