MKJV(i)
7 Your land is wasted, your cities burned with fire. Strangers devour your land right before your eyes, and it is wasted, as overthrown by strangers.
8 And the daughter of Zion is left a booth in a vineyard, like a hut in a garden of cucumbers, like a besieged city.
9 Except Jehovah of Hosts had left us a very small remnant, we would be as Sodom; we would be like Gomorrah.