7 Your aland is desolate;
Your cities are burned with fire;
Your fields—strangers are devouring them in your presence;
It is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.
8 The daughter of Zion is left like a shelter in a vineyard,
Like a watchman’s hut in a cucumber field, like a besieged city.
9 aUnless Yahweh of hosts
Had left us a few bsurvivors,
We would be like cSodom,
We would be like Gomorrah.