2 A grievous vision is declared to me; the treacherous man deals treacherously, and the destroyer destroys. Go up, Elam; besiege, Media; all the sighing of it have I made to cease.
3 Therefore are my loins filled with anguish; pangs have taken hold on me, as the pangs of a woman in travail: I am pained so that I can't hear; I am dismayed so that I can't see.
4 My heart flutters, horror has frightened me; the twilight that I desired has been turned into trembling to me.
5 They prepare the table, they set the watch, they eat, they drink: rise up, you princes, anoint the shield.
6 For thus has the Lord said to me, Go, set a watchman: let him declare what he sees:
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