This is the glorious city dwelling in trust, which said in her heart, I am, and there is none other more without me. How is it made unto desert, a couch of beast; each man that shall pass by it, shall hiss, and shall move his hand. (This is the glorious city living in false trust, which said in her heart, I am, and there is no other besides me. How it shall be made into a desert, (or into a wilderness), yea, a den for beasts! Everyone who shall pass by it, shall hiss, and shall wave their hands, (or shall shake their fists).)