1
An oracle about the Valley of Vision. What is wrong with you, that you have all gone up to the rooftops,
2
you who are filled with noise, you roaring city, you party town? Your dead weren't slaughtered by the sword; they didn't die in battle.
3
All your leaders escaped together but were captured without a single bow shot. All your escapees were bound together, even though they fled far away.
4
Therefore, I said, "Don't look at me; let me weep bitterly. Don't try to comfort me about the destruction of my dearly loved people."
5
The LORD God of heavenly forces has a day of tumult and trampling and turmoil in the Valley of Vision, a breaking down of walls, a cry for help to the mountains.