עַלִּיז

I have commanded My sanctified ones; I have even summoned My warriors to execute My wrath and exult in My triumph.

O city of commotion, O town of revelry? Your slain did not die by the sword, nor were they killed in battle.

Is this your jubilant city, whose origin is from antiquity, whose feet have taken her to settle far away?

The joyful tambourines have ceased; the noise of revelers has stopped; the joyful harp is silent.

…and for the land of my people, overgrown with thorns and briers—even for every house of merriment in this city of revelry.

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.

On that day you will not be put to shame for any of the deeds by which you have transgressed against Me. For then I will remove from among you those who rejoice in their pride, and you will never again be haughty on My holy mountain.