1 The burden of the valley of the vision. What ails thee now that thou art completely gone up to the housetops?
2 Thou that art full of tumults, a tumultuous city, a joyous city, thy dead are not slain with the sword nor slain in battle.
3 All thy princes together fled from the bow; they were bound; all that were found in thee were bound together; the others fled far away.
4 Therefore I said, Leave me; I will weep bitterly; do not labour to comfort me of the destruction of the daughter of my people.