Isaiah 22:3 YLT

¹  The burden of the Valley of Vision. What -- to thee, now, that thou hast gone up, All of thee -- to the roofs?

²  Full of stirs -- a noisy city -- an exulting city, Thy pierced are not pierced of the sword, Nor dead in battle.

³  All thy rulers fled together from the bow, Bound have been all found of thee, They have been kept bound together, Afar off they have fled.

⁴  Therefore I said, 'Look ye from me, I am bitter in my weeping, Haste not to comfort me, For the destruction of the daughter of my people.'

⁵  For a day of noise, and of treading down, And of perplexity, 'is' to the Lord, Jehovah of Hosts, In the valley of vision, digging down a wall, And crying unto the mountain.