Isaiah 22

¹The burden of the valley of vision. What aileth thee nowe that thou art wholy gone vp vnto the house toppes?

²Thou that art full of noise, a citie full of brute, a ioyous citie: thy slaine men shall not bee slaine with sworde, nor die in battell.

³All thy princes shall flee together from the bowe: they shalbe bound: all that shall be found in thee, shall be bound together, which haue fled from farre.

⁴Therefore said I, Turne away from me: I wil weepe bitterly: labour not to comfort mee for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

⁵For it is a day of trouble, and of ruine, and of perplexitie by the Lord God of hostes in the valley of vision, breaking downe the citie: and a crying vnto the mountaines.

⁶And Elam bare the quiuer in a mans charet with horsemen, and Kir vncouered the shield.

⁷And thy chiefe valleis were full of charets, and the horsemen set themselues in aray against the gate.

⁸And hee discouered the couering of Iudah: and thou didest looke in that day to the armour of the house of the forest.

⁹And ye haue seene the breaches of the citie of Dauid: for they were many, and ye gathered the waters of the lower poole.

¹⁰And yee nombred the houses of Ierusalem, and the houses haue yee broken downe to fortifie the wall,

¹¹And haue also made a ditche betweene the two walles, for the waters of the olde poole, and haue not looked vnto the maker thereof, neither had respect vnto him that formed it of olde.

And in that day did the Lord God of hosts call vnto weeping and mourning, and to baldnes and girding with sackecloth.