O thou that art full of shoutings, a tumultuous city, a joyous town; thy slain are not slain with the sword, neither are they dead in battle.

O city of commotion, O town of revelry? Your slain did not die by the sword, nor were they killed in battle.

Full of stirs--a noisy city--an exulting city, Thy pierced are not pierced of the sword, Nor dead in battle.

Thou that wast full of stir, a town of tumult, a joyous city: thy slain men are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.