1 An oracle about the Valley of Vision.What is wrong with you,that you have all gone up to the rooftops,
2 you who are filled with noise,you roaring city, you party town?Your dead weren’t slaughtered by the sword;they didn’t die in battle.
3 All your leaders escaped togetherbut were captured without a single bow shot.All your escapees were bound together, even though they fled far away.
4 Therefore, I said, "Don’t look at me;let me weep bitterly.Don’t try to comfort meabout the destruction of my dearly loved people."