MSB(i)
1 This is the burden against the Valley of Vision: What ails you now, that you have all gone up to the rooftops,
2 O city of commotion, O town of revelry? Your slain did not die by the sword, nor were they killed in battle.
3 All your rulers have fled together, captured without a bow. All your fugitives were captured together, having fled to a distant place.
4 Therefore I said, “Turn away from me, let me weep bitterly! Do not try to console me over the destruction of the daughter of my people.”