1 The burden of the desert of the sea. As whirlwinds come from the south, it cometh from the desert from a terrible land.
2 A grievous vision is told me: he that is unfaithful dealeth unfaithfully: and he that is a spoiler, spoileth. Go up, O Elam, besiege, O Mede: I have made all the mourning thereof to cease.
3 Therefore are my loins filled with pain, anguish hath taken hold of me, as the anguish of a woman in labour: I fell down at the hearing of it, I was troubled at the seeing of it.
4 My heart failed, darkness amazed me: Babylon my beloved is become a wonder to me.