LEB(i)
7 Look! Their heroes cry out in the street; the messengers of peace weep bitterly.
8 Highways are deserted; the traveler on the road ceases. One breaks a treaty, he rejects the cities,* he does not hold man in high regard.
9 The land mourns; it languishes. Lebanon feels abashed; it withers. Sharon is like the desert, and Bashan and Carmel ⌊are losing their leaves⌋.*