1 The oracle of the valley of vision: What business do you have going up, all of you, to the roofs,
2 noisy, tumultuous city, exultant town? Your slain are not slain by the sword, nor are they dead from battle.
3 All of your rulers have fled together without a bow; all of you who were found were captured. They were captured together; they had fled far away.
4 Therefore I said, “Look away from me, let me weep bitterly; you must not insist on comforting me for the destruction of the daughter of my people.”