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The burden against the Valley of Vision. What ails you now, that you have all gone up to the housetops,
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You who are full of noise, A tumultuous city, a joyous city? Your slain men are not slain with the sword, Nor dead in battle.
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All your rulers have fled together; They are captured by the archers. All who are found in you are bound together; They have fled from afar.
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Therefore I said, "Look away from me, I will weep bitterly; Do not labor to comfort me Because of the plundering of the daughter of my people."
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For it is a day of trouble and treading down and perplexity By the Lord God of hosts In the Valley of Vision-- Breaking down the walls And of crying to the mountain.
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Elam bore the quiver With chariots of men and horsemen, And Kir uncovered the shield.
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It shall come to pass that your choicest valleys Shall be full of chariots, And the horsemen shall set themselves in array at the gate.