1 Woe [to] Ariel, Ariel, The city of the encampment of David! Add year to year, let festivals go round.
2 And I have sent distress to Ariel, And it hath been lamentation and mourning, And it hath been to me as Ariel.
3 And I encamped, O babbler, against thee, And I laid siege against thee--a camp. And I raised up against thee bulwarks.
4 And thou hast been low, From the earth thou speakest, And from the dust makest thy saying low, And thy voice hath been from the earth, As one having a familiar spirit, And from the dust thy saying whisperest,
5 And as small dust hath been The multitude of those scattering thee, And as chaff passing on the multitude of the terrible, And it hath been at an instant--suddenly.
6 By Jehovah of Hosts thou art inspected, With thunder, and with an earthquake, And great noise, hurricane, and whirlwind, And flame of devouring fire.