1 Oy , Ariel, Ariel! City where David camped. Year to year again—festivals in a cycle.
2 But I will distress Ariel. There will be lamenting and moaning— then will she be like Ariel to Me?
3 I will encamp against you all around, I will set up siege-works against you and will raise up ramps against you.
4 You will be brought low, you will speak from the ground. From the dust where you are prostrate your speech will come. Your voice will be like a ghost out of the ground, and your speech will whisper out of the dust.
5 Yet the multitude of your foes will become like fine dust, and the multitude of the terrifying like chaff that passes away. It will happen in an instant, suddenly.