8He cried as a lion: Lord, I stand continually on the watch-tower in the day-time, and am set in my ward whole nights;
9and, behold, here comes a troop of men, horsemen in pairs. He answered, Fallen, fallen is Babylon; and all the engraved images of her gods are broken to the ground.
10You my threshing, and the grain of my floor! that which I have heard from Yahweh of hosts, the God of Israel, have I declared to you.
11The burden of Dumah. One calls to me out of Seir, Watchman, what of the night? Watchman, what of the night?
12The watchman said, The morning comes, and also the night: if you will inquire, inquire you: turn you, come.
13The burden on Arabia. In the forest in Arabia shall you lodge, you caravans of Dedanites.
14To him who was thirsty they brought water; the inhabitants of the land of Tema did meet the fugitives with their bread.
