How is the city of praise not left, the city of my joy!
How is the city of praise not left, the city of my joy!
How is the city of praise not forsaken, the city of my joy?
How has the town of praise been wasted, the place of joy!
How is the city of praise not left, the city of my joy!
How is the city of praise not forsaken, the city of my joy?
How is the city of praise not forsaken, the city of my joy?
How is the city of praise not left - Damascus is so ruined that she can no more be called a praiseworthy or happy city.
An exclamation of sorrow wrung from the prophet at the thought of the people of Damascus remaining to be slaughtered. The words my joy express the prophet's own sympathy. The praise of Damascus for beauty has been universal from the days of Naaman 2 Kings 5:12, to those of recent travelers.
49:25 Of my joy - A city of great renown. The king of Syria is here supposed to speak.