1 Woe, O Ariel, Ariel the city where David once camped! Add year to year, observe your feasts on schedule.
2 I will bring distress to Ariel, And she will be a city of lamenting and mourning; And she will be like an Ariel to me.
3 I will camp against you encircling you, And I will set siegeworks against you, And I will raise up battle towers against you.
4 Then you will be brought low; From the earth you will speak, And from the dust where you are prostrate Your words will come. Your voice will also be like that of a spirit from the ground, And your speech will whisper from the dust.
5 But the multitude of your enemies will become like fine dust, And the multitude of the ruthless ones like the chaff which blows away; And it will happen instantly, suddenly.
6 From the Lord of hosts you will be punished with thunder and earthquake and loud noise, With whirlwind and tempest and the flame of a consuming fire.
7 And the multitude of all the nations who wage war against Ariel, Even all who wage war against her and her stronghold, and who distress her, Will be like a dream, a vision of the night.