My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh the walls of my heart! My heart is beating wildly; I cannot keep silent, for I hear the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.Crash follows hard on crash; the whole land is laid waste. Suddenly my tents are laid waste, my curtains in a moment.How long must I see the standard and hear the sound of the trumpet?
“ A voice! A cry from Babylon! The noise of great destruction from the land of the Chaldeans!For the Lord is laying Babylon waste and stilling her mighty voice. Their waves roar like many waters; the noise of their voice is raised,for a destroyer has come upon her, upon Babylon; her warriors are taken; their bows are broken in pieces, for the Lord is a God of recompense; he will surely repay.
A stern vision is told to me; the traitor betrays, and the destroyer destroys. Go up, O Elam; lay siege, O Media; all the sighing she has caused I bring to an end.Therefore my loins are filled with anguish; pangs have seized me, like the pangs of a woman in labor; I am bowed down so that I cannot hear; I am dismayed so that I cannot see.My heart staggers; horror has appalled me; the twilight I longed for has been turned for me into trembling.
