ECB(i)
18 your heart meditates terror. Where is the scribe? Where is the weigher? Where is he who scribed the towers?
19 You see not an obstinate people - a people of a lip too deep to hear; of a deriding tongue that you understand not.
20 See on Siyon, the city of our seasons: your eyes see Yeru Shalem - a habitation of rest and relaxation - a tent that neither migrates nor one of the stakes pulled in perpetuity nor any of the cords torn.