³ Lift up Your feet to the perpetual desolations.
The enemy has damaged everything in the sanctuary.
^4 (A)Your enemies roar in the midst of Your meeting place;
^(B)They set up their banners for signs.
⁵ They seem like men who lift up
Axes among the thick trees.
⁶ And now they break down its carved work, all at once,
With axes and hammers.
⁷ They have set fire to Your sanctuary;
They have defiled the dwelling place of Your name to the ground.

¹¹ Our holy and beautiful ^[a]temple,
Where our fathers praised You,
Is burned up with fire;
And all ^(A)our pleasant things ^[b]are laid waste.