I have commanded my sanctified ones, I have also called my mighty ones for mine anger, even them that rejoice in my highness.

Thou that art full of stirs, a tumultuous city, a joyous city: thy slain men are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.

Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.

The mirth of tabrets ceaseth, the noise of them that rejoice endeth, the joy of the harp ceaseth.

Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers; yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city:

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.

In that day shalt thou not be ashamed for all thy doings, wherein thou hast transgressed against me: for then I will take away out of the midst of thee them that rejoice in thy pride, and thou shalt no more be haughty because of my holy mountain.