1 An oracle against the desert by the sea: Like storms that pass over the Negev,it comes from the desert, from the land of terror.
2 A troubling vision is declared to me:“The treacherous one acts treacherously, and the destroyer destroys.Advance, Elam! Lay siege, you Medes!I will put an end to all her groaning.”
3 Therefore I am filled with anguish.Pain grips me, like the pain of a woman in labor. I am too perplexed to hear,too dismayed to see.
4 My heart staggers;horror terrifies me.He has turned my last glimmer of hope into sheer terror.
5 Prepare a table, and spread out a carpet!Eat and drink!Rise up, you princes, and oil the shields!