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1 The burden of the desert of the sea. As whirlwinds in the south pass through; so it comes from the desert, from a terrible land. 2 A grievous vision is declared to me; the treacherous dealer deals treacherously, and the spoiler spoils. Go up, O Elam: besiege, O Media; all the sighing thereof have I made to cease. 3 Therefore are my loins filled with pain: pangs have taken hold on me, as the pangs of a woman that travails: I was bowed down at the hearing of it; I was dismayed at the seeing of it. 4 My heart panted, fearfulness affrighted me: the night of my pleasure has he turned into fear to me. 5 Prepare the table, watch in the watchtower, eat, drink: arise, you princes, and anoint the shield. 6 For thus has the LORD said to me, Go, set a watchman, let him declare what he sees. 7 And he saw a chariot with a couple of horsemen, a chariot of asses, and a chariot of camels; and he listened diligently with much heed: 8 And he cried, A lion: My lord, I stand continually on the watchtower in the daytime, and I am set in my ward whole nights: Isaiah 21:1-8, American King James Version. American King James Version, produced by Stone Engelbrite. Public domain.
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