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1 The bur­den of the desert of the sea. As whirl­winds in the south pass through; so it cometh from the desert, from a ter­ri­ble land. 2 A grievous vi­sion is de­clared unto me; the treach­er­ous deal­er dealeth treach­er­ous­ly, and the spoil­er spoi­leth. 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 upon me, as the pangs of a wom­an that tra­vaileth: 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 hath he turned into fear unto me. 5 Pre­pare the table, watch in the watch­tow­er, eat, drink: arise, ye princes, and anoint the shield. 6 For thus hath the Lord said unto me, Go, set a watch­man, let him de­clare what he seeth. 7 And he saw a char­i­ot with a cou­ple of horse­men, a char­i­ot of ass­es, and a char­i­ot of camels; and he hear­kened dili­gent­ly with much heed: 8 And he cried, A li­on: My lord, I stand con­tin­u­al­ly upon the watch­tow­er in the day­time, and I am set in my ward whole nights: 9 And, be­hold, here cometh a char­i­ot of men, with a cou­ple of horse­men. And he an­swered and said, Baby­lon is fall­en, is fall­en; and all the graven im­ages of her gods he hath bro­ken unto the ground. 10 O my thresh­ing, and the corn of my floor: that which I have heard of the LORD of hosts, the God of Is­rael, have I de­clared unto you. 11 The bur­den of Dumah. He cal­leth to me out of Seir, Watch­man, what of the night? Watch­man, what of the night? 12 The watch­man said, The morn­ing cometh, and also the night: if ye will en­quire, en­quire ye: re­turn, come. 13 The bur­den upon Ara­bia. In the for­est in Ara­bia shall ye lodge, O ye trav­el­ling com­pa­nies of Dedan­im. 14 The in­hab­i­tants of the land of Tema brought wa­ter to him that was thirsty, they pre­vent­ed with their bread him that fled. 15 For they fled from the swords, from the drawn sword, and from the bent bow, and from the grievous­ness of war. 16 For thus hath the Lord said unto me, With­in a year, ac­cord­ing to the years of an hireling, and all the glo­ry of Kedar shall fail: 17 And the residue of the num­ber of archers, the mighty men of the chil­dren of Kedar, shall be di­min­ished: for the LORD God of Is­rael hath spo­ken it.