Isaiah 29:1-5

Woe to Ariel,  Ariel, the city where David camped!  Continue year after year; let the festivals recur. I will oppress Ariel, and there will be mourning and crying, and she will be to me like an Ariel. I will camp in a circle around you; I will besiege you with earth ramps, and I will set up my siege towers against you. You will be brought down; you will speak from the ground, and your words will come from low in the dust. Your voice will be like that of a spirit from the ground;  your speech will whisper from the dust. Your many foes  will be like fine dust,  and many of the ruthless, like blowing chaff. Then suddenly, in an instant