<p class="poetry">My days have passed, my plans<n id="1" /> are shattered,p> <p class="poetry">even<n id="2" /> the desires<n id="3" /> of my heart.p>

<p class="poetry">&#8220;I will turn her into a place that is overrun with wild animals<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">and covered with pools of stagnant water.p> <p class="poetry">I will get rid of her, just as one sweeps away dirt with a broom,&#8221;<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">says the <sc>Lordsc> who commands armies.p>

<p class="poetry">But on Mount Zion there will be a remnant of those who escape,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">and it will be a holy place once again.p> <p class="poetry">The descendants<n id="2" /> of Jacob will conquer<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">those who had conquered them.<n id="4" />p>