أ َهَذِهِ هِيَ المَدِينَةُ الفَرِحَةُ المُبتَهِجَةُ الآمِنَةُ الَّتِي كانَتْ تَقُولُ لِنَفْسِها: «أنا المَدينَةُ الفَريدَةُ!» كَيفَ صارَتْ خَرِبَةً؟ كَيفَ صارَتْ مَكاناً لِلحَيواناتِ البَرِّيَّةِ؟ كُلُّ مَنْ يَمُرُّ بِها سَيُصَفِّرُ وَيَهُزُّ قَبْضَتَهُ مُندَهِشاً!
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.
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