Isaias

17 And the remnant of the number of bows, the mighty men of the sons of Kedar, shall be few; for the Lord, the God of Israel, hath spoken it.

1 What aileth thee, then, that thou art gone up, all of thee, to the house tops?

2 She is filled with tumult, an uproarious city, a jubilant town; thy smitten ones are not smitten with the sword, nor dead in battle.

3 All thy rulers are fled together; without the bow they are made captive; all that are found of thee are made captive, they fled afar off

4 Therefore I said, Look away from me, I will weep bitterly; press not to comfort me, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.