An oracle1 concerning the Desert2 by the Sea: Like whirlwinds3 sweeping through the southland,4 an invader comes from the desert, from a land of terror.
A dire5 vision has been shown to me: The traitor betrays,6 the looter takes loot. Elam,7 attack! Media,8 lay siege! I will bring to an end all the groaning she caused.
At this my body is racked with pain,9 pangs seize me, like those of a woman in labor;10 I am staggered by what I hear, I am bewildered11 by what I see.
My heart12 falters, fear makes me tremble;13 the twilight I longed for has become a horror14 to me.
They set the tables, they spread the rugs, they eat, they drink!15 Get up, you officers, oil the shields!166
This is what the Lord says to me: "Go, post a lookout17 and have him report what he sees.