2 A grievous vision is declared unto me: the treacherous dealeth treacherously, and the spoiler spoileth. Go up, Elam! besiege, Media! All the sighing thereof have I made to cease.
3 Therefore are my loins filled with pain; anguish hath taken hold upon me, as the anguish of a woman in travail: I am bowed down so as not to hear, I am dismayed so as not to see.
4 My heart panteth, horror affrighteth me: the night of my pleasure hath he turned into trembling unto me.
5 Prepare the table, appoint the watch; eat, drink: arise, ye princes, anoint the shield.
6 For thus hath the Lord said unto me: Go, set a watchman, let him declare what he seeth.
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