An oracle against Arabia:

In the desert brush
you will camp for the night,
you caravans of Dedanites.

An oracle against the desert by the sea:

Like storms that pass over the Negev,
it comes from the desert, from the land of terror.

For the Lord has said to me,
“Go, post a lookout;
let him report what he sees.

An oracle against Dumah:

One calls to me from Seir,
“Watchman, what is left of the night?
Watchman, what is left of the night?”

A troubling vision is declared to me:
“The treacherous one acts treacherously,
and the destroyer destroys.
Advance, Elam! Lay siege, you Medes!
I will put an end to all her groaning.”

Prepare a table, and spread out a carpet!
Eat and drink!
Rise up, you princes, and oil the shields!

For the Lord said this to me: “Within one year, as a hired worker counts years, all the glory of Kedar will be gone.

When he sees riders—
pairs of horsemen,
riders on donkeys,
riders on camels—
he must pay close attention.”

Look, riders come—
horsemen in pairs.”
And he answered, saying,
“Babylon has fallen, has fallen.
All the images of her gods
have been shattered on the ground.”

Bring water for the thirsty.
The inhabitants of the land of Tema
meet the refugees with food.

Then the lookout reported,
“Lord, I stand on the watchtower all day,
and I stay at my post all night.

My people who have been crushed
on the threshing floor,
I have declared to you
what I have heard from the Lord of Hosts,
the God of Israel.

The remaining Kedarite archers will be few in number.” For the Lord, the God of Israel, has spoken.

Therefore I am filled with anguish.
Pain grips me, like the pain of a woman in labor.
I am too perplexed to hear,
too dismayed to see.

My heart staggers;
horror terrifies me.
He has turned my last glimmer of hope
into sheer terror.

The watchman said,
“Morning has come, and also night.
If you want to ask, ask!
Come back again.”

For they have fled from swords,
from the drawn sword,
from the bow that is strung,
and from the stress of battle.