The burden of the wilderness of the sea.
As whirlwinds in the South sweep through, it comes from the wilderness, from an awesome land.
A grievous vision is declared to me.
The treacherous man deals treacherously, and the destroyer destroys.
Go up, Elam; attack!
I have stopped all of Media’s sighing.
Therefore my thighs are filled with anguish.
Pains have seized me, like the pains of a woman in labor.
I am in so much pain that I can’t hear.
I am so dismayed that I can’t see.
My heart flutters.
Horror has frightened me.
The twilight that I desired has been turned into trembling for me.