1. The burden of the valley of vision. What aileth thee now, that thou art wholly gone up to the housetops?
2. O thou that art full of shoutings, a tumultuous city, a joyous town; thy slain are not slain with the sword, neither are they dead in battle.
3. All thy rulers fled away together, they were bound by the archers: all that were found of thee were bound together, they fled afar off.
4. Therefore said I, Look away from me, I will weep bitterly; labour not to comfort me, for the spoiling of the daughter of my people.
5. For it is a day of discomfiture, and of treading down, and of perplexity, from the Lord, the Lord of hosts, in the valley of vision; a breaking down of the walls, and a crying to the mountains.