²⁶ O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth,
and wallow thyself in ashes:
make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation:
for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us.
²⁷ I have set thee for a tower and a fortress among my people,
that thou mayest know and try their way.
²⁸ They are all grievous revolters, walking with slanders:
they are brass and iron; they are all corrupters.