7 Your land [is] wasted, your cities burned with fire. Strangers devour your land right before your eyes, and [it is] wasted, as overthrown by strangers.

8 And the daughter of Zion is left a booth in a vineyard, like a hut in a garden of cucumbers, like a besieged city.

9 Except the LORD of hosts had left us a very small remnant, we would be as Sodom; we would be like Gomorrah.