You will no longer see the fierce people, a people of a deep speech that you can’t comprehend, with a strange language that you can’t understand.
Look at Zion, the city of our appointed festivals.
Your eyes will see Jerusalem, a quiet habitation, a tent that won’t be removed.
Its stakes will never be plucked up, nor will any of its cords be broken.
But there the LORD will be with us in majesty, a place of wide rivers and streams, in which no galley with oars will go, neither will any gallant ship pass by there.