صَفَنْيَا 2:15

هَذِهِ هِيَ ٱلْمَدِينَةُ ٱلْمُبْتَهِجَةُ ٱلسَّاكِنَةُ مُطْمَئِنَّةً، ٱلْقَائِلَةُ فِي قَلْبِهَا: «أَنَا وَلَيْسَ غَيْرِي». كَيْفَ صَارَتْ خَرَابًا، مَرْبِضًا لِلْحَيَوَانِ! كُلُّ عَابِرٍ بِهَا يَصْفِرُ وَيَهُزُّ يَدَهُ.

This is the rejoicing city that dwelt carelessly, that said in her heart, I am, and there is none beside me: how is she become a desolation, a place for beasts to lie down in! every one that passeth by her shall hiss, and wag his hand.