All that pass by clap their hands at thee; They applaud your destruction. They hiss and wag their head at the daughter of Jerusalem, "And they that passed by reviled him, wagging their heads." Rejoicing in your calamity. Saying, Is this the city that men call The perfection of beauty, They will say, "Thou that destroyest the temple, And buildest it in three days, save thyself. If thou be the Son of God, come down from the cross." The joy of the whole earth? The joy of the elect.