Translations
O storm-battered city, afflicted and uncomforted — look, I Myself will set your stones in brilliant mortar and lay your foundations with sapphires.
O afflicted one, storm-tossed and not comforted — behold, I will set your stones in antimony and lay your foundations with sapphires.
O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will lay thy stones with fair colours, and lay thy foundations with sapphires.
“O afflicted city, lashed by storms, without solace, surely I will set your stones in antimony and lay your foundations with sapphires.