<p class="poetry">From Zion, the most beautiful of all places,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">God comes in splendor.<n id="2" />p>

<n id="1" /><p class="poetry">Your borders are in the heart of the seas;p> <p class="poetry">your builders have perfected your beauty.p>

<p class="poetry">Do not lust<n id="1" /> in your heart for her beauty,p> <p class="poetry">and do not let her captivate you with her alluring eyes;<n id="2" />p>

<p class="poetry">You will see a king in his splendor;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">you will see a wide land.<n id="2" />p>

<p class="poetry">Then<n id="1" /> the king will be attracted by<n id="2" /> your beauty.p> <p class="poetry">After all, he is your master! Submit<n id="3" /> to him!<n id="4" />p>

<p class="poetry">Charm is deceitful<n id="1" /> and beauty is fleeting,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">but a woman who fears the <sc>Lordsc><n id="3" /> will be praised.p>

How precious and fair!<n id="1" /> Grain will make the young men flourish and new wine the young women.p>

to bring Queen Vashti into the king&#8217;s presence wearing her royal high turban. He wanted to show the people and the officials her beauty, for she was very attractive.<n id="1" />

Your fame<n id="1" /> spread among the nations because of your beauty; your beauty was perfect because of the splendor which I bestowed on you, declares the sovereign <sc>Lordsc>.<n id="2" />p>

<p class="bodytext">&#8220;&#8216;But you trusted in your beauty and capitalized on your fame by becoming a prostitute. You offered your sexual favors to every man who passed by so that your beauty<n id="1" /> became his.

At the head of every street you erected your pavilion and you disgraced<n id="1" /> your beauty when you spread<n id="2" /> your legs to every passerby and multiplied your promiscuity.

<p class="poetry">The Arvadites<n id="1" /> joined your army on your walls all around,p> <p class="poetry">and the Gammadites<n id="2" /> were in your towers.p> <p class="poetry">They hung their quivers<n id="3" /> on your walls all around;p> <p class="poetry">they perfected your beauty.p>

<p class="poetry">I am about to bring foreigners<n id="1" /> against you, the most terrifying of nations.p> <p class="poetry">They will draw their swords against the grandeur made by your wisdom,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">and they will defile your splendor.p>

<p class="poetry">Your heart was proud because of your beauty;p> <p class="poetry">you corrupted your wisdom on account of your splendor.p> <p class="poetry">I threw you down to the ground;p> <p class="poetry">I placed you before kings, that they might see you.p>

<p class="poetry">A putrid stench will replace the smell of spices,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">a rope will replace a belt,p> <p class="poetry">baldness will replace braided locks of hair,p> <p class="poetry">a sackcloth garment will replace a fine robe,p> <p class="poetry">and a prisoner&#8217;s brand will replace beauty.p>

<p class="lamhebrew">&#1505; (<i>Sameki>)p> <p class="poetry">All who passed by on the roadp> <p class="poetry">clapped their hands to mock you.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">They sneered and shook their headsp> <p class="poetry">at Daughter Jerusalem.p> <p class="poetry">&#8220;Ha! Is this the city they called<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">&#8216;The perfection of beauty,<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">the source of joy of the whole earth!&#8217;?&#8221;<n id="4" />p>

Say to Tyre, who sits at the entrance<n id="1" /> of the sea,<n id="2" /> merchant to the peoples on many coasts, &#8216;This is what the sovereign <sc>Lordsc> says:p> <p class="poetry">&#8220;&#8216;O Tyre, you have said, &#8220;I am perfectly beautiful.&#8221;p>

&#8220;Son of man, sing<n id="1" /> a lament for the king of Tyre, and say to him, &#8216;This is what the sovereign <sc>Lordsc> says:p> <p class="poetry">&#8220;&#8216;You were the sealer<n id="2" /> of perfection,p> <p class="poetry">full of wisdom, and perfect in beauty.p>

<p class="poetry">The cedars in the garden of God could not eclipse it,p> <p class="poetry">nor could the fir trees<n id="1" /> match its boughs;p> <p class="poetry">the plane trees were as nothing compared to its branches;p> <p class="poetry">no tree in the garden of God could rival its beauty.p>