NSB(i)
7 Your country is desolate. Your cities are burned with fire. Foreigners destroy your fields in your presence. Your fields are devastated and taken over by strangers.
8 My people, the daughter of Zion is left like an empty hut in a vineyard. It is like a shack in a cucumber field, like a city under attack.
9 If Jehovah of Hosts had not left us a few survivors, we would have been like Sodom and Gomorrah.