Oh, Ariel, Ariel, town where David encamped! Year by year, let the festivals come around—
but I will oppress Ariel. There will be mourning and lamentation; she will be like an Ariel to me.
I will surround you like a wall, and I will lay a siege against you with assault towers, and I will raise up siegeworks against you.
You will be brought down; from the ground you will speak; from low in the dust your speech will come. Your voice will be like a ghost's from the earth; from the dust your words will whisper.
But your many enemies will be like fine dust, the terrible horde like passing chaff. Suddenly, in an instant,
the LORD of heavenly forces will come to you with thunder, earthquake, and a mighty voice, with whirlwind, tempest, and flames of devouring fire.
The horde of nations fighting against Ariel, and all who make war on her and her fortress and besiege her, will be like a dream, a vision of the night.
It will be like when a hungry person dreams of eating but wakes up and the mouth is empty. Or when a thirsty person dreams of drinking but wakes up and has a dry throat. So will it be for all the horde of nations who fight against Mount Zion.
Be shocked and stunned; blind yourselves; be blind! Be drunk, but not on wine; stagger, but not on account of beer!
The LORD has poured on you a spirit of deep sleep, and has shut your eyes, you prophets, and covered your heads, you seers.
This entire vision has become for you like the words of a sealed scroll. When they give it to one who can read, saying, "Read this," that one will say, "I can't, because it's sealed."
And when the scroll is given to one who can't read, saying, "Read this," that one will say, "I can't read."