There she saw the new king standing by the column at the entrance of the Temple, as was the custom. He was surrounded by the officers and the trumpeters, and the people were all shouting joyfully and blowing trumpets. Athaliah tore her clothes in distress and shouted, "Treason! Treason!"

All the people were filled with happiness, and the city was quiet, now that Athaliah had been killed.

A city is happy when honest people have good fortune, and there are joyful shouts when the wicked die.

Show me a righteous ruler and I will show you a happy people. Show me a wicked ruler and I will show you a miserable people.