Isaiah 22:2

¹  The burden of the valley of vision. What aileth thee now, that thou art wholly gone up to the housetops?

²  Thou that art full of stirs, a tumultuous city, joyous city: thy slain men are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.

³  All thy rulers are fled together, they are bound by the archers: all that are found in thee are bound together, which have fled from far.

⁴  Therefore said I, Look away from me; I will weep bitterly, labour not to comfort me, because of the spoiling of the daughter of my people.