⁵ “How beautiful are your tents,^(A) Jacob,
    your dwelling places, Israel!

²⁰ My tent^(A) is destroyed;
    all its ropes are snapped.
My children are gone from me and are no more;^(B)
    no one is left now to pitch my tent
    or to set up my shelter.

⁴ Like an enemy he has strung his bow;^(A)
    his right hand is ready.
Like a foe he has slain
    all who were pleasing to the eye;^(B)
he has poured out his wrath^(C) like fire^(D)
    on the tent^(E) of Daughter Zion.