Both low and high, Rich and poor together.
All that pass by clap their hands at thee; They hiss and wag their head at the daughter of Jerusalem, (saying), Is this the city that men called The perfection of beauty, The joy of the whole earth?
In the visions of God brought he me into the land of Israel, and set me down upon a very high mountain, whereon was as it were the frame of a city on the south.
nor by the earth, for it is the footstool of his feet; nor by Jerusalem, for it is the city of the great King.