Isaias

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.

5 For the Lord God of Hosts hath a day of discomfiture, and treading down, and perplexity, in the valley of vision; digging down the wall, and a cry (goeth) to the mountain.

6 And Elam bare a quiver, with troops of men and horsemen, and Kir uncovered the shield.

7 And it cometh to pass, thy choice valleys are full of chariots, and the horsemen set themselves in array at the gate.