An exclamation of sorrow wrung from the prophet at the thought of the people of Damascus remaining to be slaughtered. The words "my joy" express th…

How is the city of praise not left...! —The exclamation, half scornful, half ironical, points to the fact that the inhabi…

Some think “my” to be redundant and therefore render it “the city of joy”; but they seem to be induced by no good reason. They think it absurd that…

How is the city of praise not left

The city of Damascus, famous for its antiquity, its wealth and riches, strength…

How easily God can dispirit those nations that have been most celebrated for valour! Damascus grows feeble. It was a city of joy, having all the de…