In their streets they wear sackcloth; on their roofs and in their town squares all of them wail, they fall down weeping.

Here is a message about the Valley of Vision: What is the reason that all of you go up to the rooftops?

Their residents are powerless; they are terrified and ashamed. They are as short-lived as plants in the field or green vegetation. They are as short-lived as grass on the rooftops when it is scorched by the east wind.