8And the watchman gave a loud cry, O my lord, I am on the watchtower all day, and am placed in my watch every night:
9See, here come war-carriages with men, horsemen by twos: and in answer he said, Babylon is made low, is made low, and all her images are broken on the earth.
10O my crushed ones, the grain of my floor! I have given you the word which came to me from the Lord of armies, the God of Israel.
11The word about Edom. A voice comes to me from Seir, Watchman, how far gone is the night? how far gone is the night?
12The watchman says, The morning has come, but night is still to come: if you have questions to put, put them, and come back again.
13The word about Arabia. In the thick woods of Arabia will be your night's resting-place, O travelling bands of Dedanites!
14Give water to him who is in need of water; give bread, O men of the land of Tema, to those in flight.
