Translations
This is the city that reveled in its own glory — sitting in smug security, saying in its heart, 'I am, and there is no one like me!' — now a wasteland, a lair for wild things. All who pass by will hiss and shake their heads in disbelief.
This is the jubilant city that sat in security, saying in her heart, 'I am, and there is none besides me!' — she has become a desolation, a lair for wild beasts. Everyone who passes by hisses and waves his hand.
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.
This carefree city that dwells securely, that thinks to herself: “I am it, and there is none besides me,” what a ruin she has become, a resting place for beasts. Everyone who passes by her hisses and shakes his fist.