^{1 Ref} The burden of the Valley of Vision. What -- to thee, now, that thou hast gone up, All of thee -- to the roofs?

^{2 Ref} Full of stirs -- a noisy city -- an exulting city, Thy pierced are not pierced of the sword, Nor dead in battle.

^{3 Ref} All thy rulers fled together from the bow, Bound have been all found of thee, They have been kept bound together, Afar off they have fled.

^{4 Ref} Therefore I said, `Look ye from me, I am bitter in my weeping, Haste not to comfort me, For the destruction of the daughter of my people.'