ACV(i)
1 The burden of the valley of vision. What troubles thee now, that thou have wholly gone up to the housetops?
2 O thou that are full of shoutings, a tumultuous city, a joyous town. Thy slain are not slain with the sword, nor are they dead in battle.
3 All thy rulers fled away together. They were bound by the archers. All who were found of thee were bound together; they fled afar off.
4 Therefore I said, Look away from me. I will weep bitterly. Labor not to comfort me for the destruction of the daughter of my people.