Isaiah 21:2-4

The Voice

² A vision most harsh came to me:
    The deceiver deceives,
    and the abuser abuses.
Get up and go, Elam;
    and Media, cut off supplies!
All groaning will cease; I’ve put an end to the sounds of misery.
³ My stomach sinks. My gut churns with pain.
    As a woman in labor wrenches and writhes, I can hardly bear the news.
I cannot hear because I’m bent over with agony.
    I cannot see because I’m deep in the fog of depression.
⁴ My heart skips a beat; my mind is buzzing, terribly unsettled.
    Horror and trembling rattle the serenity of the evening I longed for.