Isaiah 1:7-9

7Your 1land is desolate, Your cities are burned with fire, Your fields--strangers are devouring them in your presence; It is desolation, as overthrown by strangers.8The daughter of Zion is left like a shelter in a vineyard, Like a watchman’s hut in a cucumber field, like a besieged city.92Unless the Lord of hosts Had left us a few 3survivors, We would be like 4Sodom, We would be like Gomorrah.