YLT(i)
7 Your land is a desolation, your cities burnt with fire, Your ground, before you strangers are consuming it, And a desolation as overthrown by strangers!
8 And left hath been the daughter of Zion, As a booth in a vineyard, As a lodge in a place of cucumbers—as a city besieged.
9 Unless Jehovah of Hosts had left to us a remnant, Shortly—as Sodom we had been, To Gomorrah we had been like!