The whole city is in a terrible uproar. What do I see in this reveling city? Bodies are lying everywhere, killed not in battle but by famine and disease.

你这满处呐喊、大有喧哗的城，欢乐的邑啊，你中间被杀的并不是被刀杀，也不是因打仗死亡。

你这四处呐喊、大声喧哗的城、欢乐的邑啊，你被杀的并非被刀所杀，也不是因打仗阵亡。

你这四处呐喊、大声喧哗的城、欢乐的邑啊，你被杀的并非被刀所杀，也不是因打仗阵亡。

你们这座充满喧闹、骚动和欢乐的城啊，你们中间被杀的人既非丧身刀下，也非死于战场。

你这充满喧哗，繁嚣、欢乐的城市啊！你们中间被杀的，并不是被刀剑所杀，也不是在战场上阵亡。

你这充满叫嚷的喧闹之城、欢腾之邑啊！你当中被杀的人，却不是被刀所杀，也不是死于战场。

你這滿處吶喊、大有喧嘩的城，歡樂的邑啊，你中間被殺的並不是被刀殺，也不是因打仗死亡。

你這四處吶喊、大聲喧嘩的城、歡樂的邑啊，你被殺的並非被刀所殺，也不是因打仗陣亡。

你這四處吶喊、大聲喧嘩的城、歡樂的邑啊，你被殺的並非被刀所殺，也不是因打仗陣亡。

你們這座充滿喧鬧、騷動和歡樂的城啊，你們中間被殺的人既非喪身刀下，也非死於戰場。

你這充滿喧嘩，繁囂、歡樂的城市啊！你們中間被殺的，並不是被刀劍所殺，也不是在戰場上陣亡。

你這充滿喧嘩、騷嚷之城，歡躍之都市啊？你中間被刺死的、並不是被刀刺死，也不是戰場上死的。

你這充滿叫嚷的喧鬧之城、歡騰之邑啊！你當中被殺的人，卻不是被刀所殺，也不是死於戰場。

充以呼號擾攘之邑、歡樂之城、爾之見殺者、非戮於鋒刃、非亡於戰陳、

維爾邑眾、昔則歡然以喜樂、今則譁然而鼓譟、雖無戰鬥、戈兵已被殺戮、

諠譁鼓躁之城、歡樂之邑、爾中被殺者、並非刀殺、亦非死於戰、

you town so full of commotion, you city of tumult and revelry? Your slain were not killed by the sword, nor did they die in battle.

Why is your town so full of noise? Why is your city so full of the sound of wild parties? Those among you who died weren’t killed by swords. They didn’t die in battle.

you who are full of shoutings, tumultuous city, exultant town? Your slain are not slain with the sword or dead in battle.

The noisy city, the jubilant town, is filled with celebration. Your dead did not die by the sword; they were not killed in battle.

You who were full of noise, You tumultuous town, you jubilant city; Your dead were not killed with the sword, Nor did they die in battle.

You who are full of noise, A tumultuous city, a joyous city? Your slain men are not slain with the sword, Nor dead in battle.

O thou that art full of shoutings, a tumultuous city, a joyous town; thy slain are not slain with the sword, neither are they dead in battle.

The noisy city, the jubilant town, is filled with revelry. Your dead did not die by the sword; they were not killed in battle.

Thou that art full of stirs, a tumultuous city, a joyous city: thy slain[ men are] not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.

The noisy city is full of raucous sounds; the town is filled with revelry. Your slain were not cut down by the sword; they did not die in battle.

You that are full of shouting, a tumultuous city, a joyous town; your slain are not slain with the sword, neither are they dead in battle.

For your land will be overgrown with thorns and briers. Your joyful homes and happy towns will be gone.

Is this silent ruin all that is left of your once joyous city? What a long history was yours! Think of all the colonists you sent to distant places.

If I go out into the fields, I see the bodies of people slaughtered by the enemy. If I walk the city streets, I see people who have died of starvation. The prophets and priests continue with their work, but they don’t know what they’re doing.”

“ O Lord, think about this! Should you treat your own people this way? Should mothers eat their own children, those they once bounced on their knees? Should priests and prophets be killed within the Lord’s Temple?

“ And this is what the Lord says about the king of Assyria:“‘ His armies will not enter Jerusalem. They will not even shoot an arrow at it. They will not march outside its gates with their shields nor build banks of earth against its walls.

Those killed by the sword are better off than those who die of hunger. Starving, they waste away for lack of food from the fields.Tenderhearted women have cooked their own children. They have eaten them to survive the siege.

At that time the Lord, the Lord of Heaven’s Armies, called you to weep and mourn. He told you to shave your heads in sorrow for your sins and to wear clothes of burlap to show your remorse.But instead, you dance and play; you slaughter cattle and kill sheep. You feast on meat and drink wine. You say,“ Let’s feast and drink, for tomorrow we die!”

You push away every thought of coming disaster, but your actions only bring the day of judgment closer.How terrible for you who sprawl on ivory beds and lounge on your couches, eating the meat of tender lambs from the flock and of choice calves fattened in the stall.You sing trivial songs to the sound of the harp and fancy yourselves to be great musicians like David.You drink wine by the bowlful and perfume yourselves with fragrant lotions. You care nothing about the ruin of your nation.

That night the angel of the Lord went out to the Assyrian camp and killed 185,000 Assyrian soldiers. When the surviving Assyrians woke up the next morning, they found corpses everywhere.

By July 18 in the eleventh year of Zedekiah’s reign, the famine in the city had become very severe, and the last of the food was entirely gone.

“ This is what the Lord says:‘ Everyone who stays in Jerusalem will die from war, famine, or disease, but those who surrender to the Babylonians will live. Their reward will be life. They will live!’