18 Your heart will meditate on terror: “Where is the counter?” “Where is the weigher?” “Where is the counter of towers?”
19 You will no longer see the fierce people, the people of speech too obscure to comprehend, with a stammering tongue no one understands.
20 Look upon Zion, city of our Festivals. Your eyes will see Jerusalem as a quiet home, a tent that will never be folded, Its stakes never pulled up, its cords never broken.
21 For there the majestic One, Adonai, will be for us— a place of rivers and wide canals, on which no boat with oars will go, nor any mighty ship will travel by.
22 For Adonai is our Judge, Adonai is our Lawgiver, Adonai is our King— He will save us!
23 Your cords hang slack, not holding the mast in place firmly, nor spreading out the sail. Then abundant spoil will be divided— even the lame will carry off plunder.
24 No inhabitant will say, “I am sick.” The people dwelling there will be forgiven their iniquity.