Isaiah 22:1-5

1The burden of the valley of vision.

What aileth thee now, that thou art wholly gone up to the housetops? 2O thou that art full of shoutings, a tumultuous city, a joyous town; thy slain are not slain with the sword, neither are they dead in battle. 3All thy rulers fled away together, they were bound by the archers; all that were found of thee were bound together; they fled afar off. 4Therefore said I, Look away from me, I will weep bitterly; labor not to comfort me for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

5For it is a day of discomfiture, and of treading down, and of perplexity, from the Lord, Jehovah of hosts, in the valley of vision; a breaking down of the walls, and a crying to the mountains.