^9 (A)If grape-gatherers came to you,
Would they not leave some gleaning grapes?
If thieves by night,
Would they not destroy until they have enough?

^6 (A)Yet gleaning grapes will be left in it,
Like the shaking of an olive tree,
Two or three olives at the top of the uppermost bough,
Four or five in its most fruitful branches,”
Says the Lord God of Israel.

¹⁵ This is the rejoicing city
^(A)That dwelt securely,
^(B)That said in her heart,
“I am it, and there is none besides me.”
How has she become a desolation,
A place for beasts to lie down!
Everyone who passes by her
^(C)Shall hiss and ^(D)shake his fist.

7 Woe is me!
For I am like those who gather summer fruits,
Like those who ^(A)glean vintage grapes;
There is no cluster to eat
Of the first-ripe fruit which ^(B)my soul desires.

1 How lonely sits the city
That was full of people!
^(A)How like a widow is she,
Who was great among the nations!
The ^(B)princess among the provinces
Has become a ^[a]slave!

²³ How ^(A)the hammer of the whole earth has been cut apart and broken!
How Babylon has become a desolation among the nations!