Isaiah 22

¹The burden of the Valley of Vision. What — to thee, now, that thou hast gone up, All of thee — to the roofs?

²Full of stirs — a noisy city — an exulting city, Thy pierced are not pierced of the sword, Nor dead in battle.

³All thy rulers fled together from the bow, Bound have been all found of thee, They have been kept bound together, Afar off they have fled.

⁴Therefore I said, 'Look ye from me, I am bitter in my weeping, Haste not to comfort me, For the destruction of the daughter of my people.'

⁵For a day of noise, and of treading down, And of perplexity, [is] to the Lord, Jehovah of Hosts, In the valley of vision, digging down a wall, And crying unto the mountain.

⁶And Elam hath borne a quiver, In a chariot of men — horsemen, And Kir hath exposed a shield.

⁷And it cometh to pass, The choice of thy valleys have been full of chariots, And the horsemen place themselves diligently at the gate.

⁸And one removeth the covering of Judah, And thou lookest in that day Unto the armour of the house of the forest,

⁹And the breaches of the city of David ye have seen, For they have become many, And ye gather the waters of the lower pool,

¹⁰And the houses of Jerusalem ye did number, And ye break down the houses to fence the wall.

¹¹And a ditch ye made between the two walls, For the waters of the old pool, And ye have not looked unto its Maker, And its Framer of old ye have not seen.

¹²And call doth the Lord, Jehovah of Hosts, In that day, to weeping and to lamentation, And to baldness and to girding on of sackcloth,