In Dust House Town,
They’ll roll in the dust.
City of Beauty,
They’ll take you away naked and walking in shame.
City of Soldiers
Will go into hiding.
City of Good Neighbors
Won’t come to help you.
Bittertown hopes for the best
But gets the worst:
Disaster and pain,
With no one to save them.
The LORD brings it all the way home,
Through the city gates of Jerusalem.
Horsetown, hitch your chariots.
Rush to the battle.
It’s all your fault.
You led Jerusalem into sin...
