¹ The oracle on the desert of the sea: As storm-winds in the South which with a rush from the desert, do come from a terrible land,

² [So] hath, a grievous vision, been told me:—the deceiver, is deceiving. And the spoiler, is spoiling, Go up, O Elam Besiege O Media, All the sighing she hath caused, have I made to cease.

³ For this cause, are my loins filled with anguish, Pangs, have seized me, as the pangs of her that is giving birth,—I writhe so that I cannot hear, I tremble, so that I cannot see:

⁴ My heart fluttereth, A horror, terrifieth me,—My twilight of pleasure, hath he turned for me into a time of trembling.

⁵ [Ye thought] to prepare the table—spread the mat—eat—drink! …Arise ye chieftains anoint the shield!

⁶ For, thus, hath My Lord said unto me,—Go, set the watchman, What he seeth, let him tell!

⁷ When he seeth A train of horsemen in double rank, A train of asses, A train of camels, Then shall he hearken attentively with diligent heed.

⁸ Then cried he. A lion! On the watch, O My Lord, had I been standing continually, by day, And at my post, had I been stationed whole nights;—

⁹ When lo! here was a train of men coming. With horsemen in double rank,—And one began and said, Fallen! fallen! is Babylon, And all the images of her gods, are smashed to the ground!

¹⁰ O thou My threshing! And the grain of my corn-floor! That which I have heard from Yahweh of hosts, the God of Israel, Have I declared, unto you.

¹¹ The oracle on Dumah: Unto me, is one crying—out of Seir, Watchman! how far gone is the night? Watchman, how far gone is the night?

¹² Said the watchman, There cometh a morning. But also a night,—If ye will enquire, enquire, ye—Come, again!

¹³ The oracle on Arabia,—Among the shrubs in Arabia, must ye lodge, Ye caravans of Dedanites.

¹⁴ To meet the thirsty, bring ye water,—Ye dwellers in the land of Tema; With bread for him, get in advance of him that is in flight!

¹⁵ For, before swords, have they fled: Before a sword that is drawn, Before a bow that is bent, And before the stress of war.

¹⁶ For, thus, hath My Lord said unto me,—Within a year according to the yearn of a hireling, shall fail all the glory of Kedar;

¹⁷ And, the remnant of the record of bowmen, The heroes of the sons of Kedar, shall become few; For Yahweh God of Israel, hath spoken.