'Exultant' in the Bible

You who were full of noise,You boisterous town, you exultant city;Your slain were not slain with the sword,Nor did they die in battle.

This is the exultant cityWhich dwells securely,Who says in her heart,“I am, and there is no one besides me.”How she has become a desolation,A resting place for beasts!Everyone who passes by her will hissAnd wave his hand in contempt.