Sofonías 3

This is the scornful city that dwells securely, that says in her heart, I am, and there is no longer any to be after me: how is she become desolate, a habitation of wild beasts! Every one that passes through her shall hiss, and shake his hands. Alas the glorious and ransomed city.

¡AY de la ciudad ensuciada y contaminada y opresora!

Woe to her that is filthy and polluted, to the oppressing city!

Woe to her who is rebellious and polluted, the oppressing city!