Verse 15
This is the rejoicing city that dwelt carelessly, that said in her heart, I am, and there is none beside me: how is she become a desolation, a place for beasts to lie down in! every one that passeth by her shall hiss, and wag his hand.
This — So the prophet triumphs over her.
There is none — None like me, or that can contend with me.
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