1 The burden concerning the desert by the sea. As whirlwinds in the south pass through; so it comes from the desert, from a terrible land.
2 A distressing vision is declared unto me; the treacherous dealer deals treacherously, and the plunderer plunders. Go up, O Elam: besiege, O Media; all its sighing have I made to cease.
3 Therefore are my loins filled with pain: pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman that travails: I was bowed down at the hearing of it; I was dismayed at the seeing of it.
4 My heart panted, fearfulness appalled me: the night of my pleasure has he turned into fear unto me.