²⁰ Look on Zion,^(A) the city of our festivals;
    your eyes will see Jerusalem,
    a peaceful abode,^(B) a tent^(C) that will not be moved;^(D)
its stakes will never be pulled up,
    nor any of its ropes broken.

¹⁹ “Though you were ruined and made desolate^(A)
    and your land laid waste,^(B)
now you will be too small for your people,^(C)
    and those who devoured^(D) you will be far away.
²⁰ The children born during your bereavement
    will yet say in your hearing,
‘This place is too small for us;
    give us more space to live in.’^(E)

²⁰ My tent^(A) is destroyed;
    all its ropes are snapped.
My children are gone from me and are no more;^(B)
    no one is left now to pitch my tent
    or to set up my shelter.