Matthew Poole and continuators on Zephaniah 2:15

15 This is the rejoycing city that dwelt carelesly , that said in her heart : I am, and there is none beside me: how is she become a desolation , a place for beasts to lie down in! every one that passeth by her, shall hiss and wag his hand .

We may suppose the Prophet, or the Iewes, or all passengers standing still and wondring, nay upbraiding Nineveh, all Mirth and Jollity once, but now all sorrow and grief.

In so great confidence, and security, as if it had been impossible she should ever have fa[illegible: 1 letter]n from her glory.

Perswaded her self into an opinion very ill becoming any, but God himself.

None that can contend with me, that will be so hardy as to attempt against me, none able to overthrow me. Somewhat like T[illegible: 1 letter]rus. Ez[illegible: 1 letter]k. 28.12, &c.

She thought none was like her in Glory, Power and Wealth: now there is none like her indeed▪ but it is for Misery, and Desolations. It may be either the speech of one that laments and wonders at it, or of one that rejoyceth at it.

Where Palaces for Princes stood, now are places for Beasts, where Nobles dwelt, now do ignoble Cattle couch.

Deride their arrogancy and condemn their ungodly pride and security, yet with some pity toward this desolate City.

Marginal references: Isa. 4[illegible: 1 letter].[illegible: 1 letter].