Isaias

XXI. 1 The burden of the desert of the sea; Like whirlwinds in the south, sweeping along; it cometh from the wilderness, from a terrible land.

2 A hard vision is declared unto me: the treacherous dealer dealeth treacherously, and the destroyer destroyeth. Go up, Ο Elam: besiege, O Media; all the sighing thereof have I made to cease.

3 Therefore my loins are filled with anguish ; pangs have taken hold upon me, like the pangs of a woman in travail; I am bowed with pain, so that I cannot hear; I am dismayed, so that I cannot see.

4 My heart wandereth, horror affrighteth me; the twilight of my desire hath he turned into trembling for me.

5 They prepare the table, they set the watch, eat, drink. Arise, ye princes, anoint the shield.

6 For thus bath the Lord said unto me, Go, place the watchman; what he shall see, let him declare.