“The citadel became an ambush against the sanctuary.
The citadel was an evil adversary of Israel at all times.
On every side of the sanctuary they shed innocent blood.
They even defiled the sanctuary.
Because of them the residents of Jerusalem fled.
She became a dwelling of strangers.
She became strange to her offspring.
Her children forsook her.
Her sanctuary became desolate like a desert.
Her feasts were turned into mourning.
Her Sabbath turned into a reproach.
Her honor turned into contempt.
Her dishonor now grew as great as her glory.
Her exaltation was turned into mourning.”
Once again, we have the poem about the terrible situation in Jerusalem. This new Syrian citadel was an ambush to the sanctuary and an adversary to Israel. There was innocent blood everywhere. The residents of Jerusalem had fled. Only the strangers remained. The sanctuary was like a desert. The feasts were now times of mourning. The Sabbath and honor had now turned to reproach and contempt. The joy had turned to mourning.