This is the rejoicing city that dwelt carelessly, 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.
| Gematria | 1991 DR=2 |
|---|---|
| DR | 2 |
| Tesla Score | 5/7 |
| Signature | 6213663 |
| Book | ZEP |
| Address | 2:15 |
| Words | 47 |
| Letters | 181 |