I heard groaning and crying. Was it a woman giving birth to her first child? No, it was Jerusalem, gasping for breath and begging for help. “I'm dying!” she said. “They have murdered me.”
People will think they are safe and secure. But destruction will suddenly strike them like the pains of a woman about to give birth. And they won't escape.
An enemy will swoop down to attack you, like an eagle spreading its wings and circling over Bozrah. Your warriors will be as fearful as women giving birth.