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 city celebrated without worry, thinking she was alone and had no equal. Now, she's abandoned and a home for animals. Anyone who passes by will scoff and wave at her.