Isaiah weeps over the noisy city

1An oracle concerning the Valley of Vision: What is the matter with you now, that all of you have gone up to the rooftops?

2O city full of shouting, tumultuous city, exultant town—your slain are not slain by the sword, nor dead in battle.

3All your rulers have fled together; they were captured without the bow. All of your fugitives who were found were captured together; they had fled far away.

4Therefore I said, “Look away from me; let me weep bitterly. Do not labor to comfort me over the destruction of the daughter of my people.”