¹⁷ While we exist -- consumed are our eyes for our vain help, In our watch-tower we have watched for a nation [that] saveth not.

¹⁵ Clapped hands at thee have all passing by the way, They have hissed -- and they shake the head At the daughter of Jerusalem: `Is this the city of which they said: The perfection of beauty, a joy to all the land?'