Isaiah 22:2
“Thou that art full of stirs, a tumultuous city, a joyous city: thy slain men are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.”
The burden of the valley of vision. What aileth thee now, that thou art wholly gone up to the housetops?
Thou that art full of stirs, a tumultuous city, a joyous city: thy slain men are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.
All thy rulers are fled together, they are bound by the archers: all that are found in thee are bound together, which have fled from far.
Therefore said I, Look away from me; I will weep bitterly, labour not to comfort me, because of the spoiling of the daughter of my people.
Related Verses
“And behold joy and gladness, slaying oxen, and killing sheep, eating flesh, and drinking wine: let us eat and drink; for to morrow we shall die.”
“Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers; yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city:”
“Thy men shall fall by the sword, and thy mighty in the war.”
“There is a crying for wine in the streets; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone.”
“For every battle of the warrior is with confused noise, and garments rolled in blood; but this shall be with burning and fuel of fire.”