JuliaSmith(i)
1 The burden of the valley of vision. What to thee now, that thou wentest up all of thee, to the roofs?
2 The city put in commotion was filled with noise, the exulting city: thy wounded not wounded of the sword, and not the dead of war.
3 All thy chiefs fled together, they were bound of the bow: all they finding thee were bound together; they fled from from far off.
4 For this I said, Look ye away from me; I will be bitter in my weeping, ye shall not hasten to comfort me upon the desolation of the daughter of my people.