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.
When he sees chariots18 with teams of horses, riders on donkeys or riders on camels,19 let him be alert, fully alert."
And the lookouta20 shouted, "Day after day, my lord, I stand on the watchtower; every night I stay at my post.
Look, here comes a man in a chariot21 with a team of horses. And he gives back the answer: 'Babylon22 has fallen,23 has fallen! All the images of its gods24 lie shattered25 on the ground!' "