M ira a Sión, ciudad de nuestras fiestas solemnes. Tus ojos verán a Jerusalén, morada de quietud, tienda que no será desarmada, ni serán arrancadas sus estacas ni ninguna de sus cuerdas será rota.
Look at Zion, the city of our appointed festivals. Your eyes will see Jerusalem, a quiet habitation, a tent that won’t be removed. Its stakes will never be plucked up, nor will any of its cords be broken.
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