Geneva(i)
1 The burden of the valley of vision. What aileth thee nowe that thou art wholy gone vp vnto the house toppes?
2 Thou that art full of noise, a citie full of brute, a ioyous citie: thy slaine men shall not bee slaine with sworde, nor die in battell.
3 All thy princes shall flee together from the bowe: they shalbe bound: all that shall be found in thee, shall be bound together, which haue fled from farre.
4 Therefore said I, Turne away from me: I wil weepe bitterly: labour not to comfort mee for the destruction of the daughter of my people.
5 For it is a day of trouble, and of ruine, and of perplexitie by the Lord God of hostes in the valley of vision, breaking downe the citie: and a crying vnto the mountaines.
6 And Elam bare the quiuer in a mans charet with horsemen, and Kir vncouered the shield.
7 And thy chiefe valleis were full of charets, and the horsemen set themselues in aray against the gate.