7
Your country is desolate. Your cities are burned with fire. Strangers devour your land in your presence, And it is desolate, As overthrown by strangers.
8
The daughter of Zion is left as a booth in a vineyard, As a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, As a besieged city.
9
Unless Yahweh of hosts had left to us a very small remnant, We would have been as Sodom; We would have been like Gomorrah.