The very sight of them is frightening.
My life is wasting away like a dried up wineskin, but I have not forgotten your teachings.
Can men give birth? Then why do I see them looking so pale and clutching their stomachs like women in labour?
My people are crushed, and so is my heart. I am horrified and mourn.
Now they are blacker than tar, and no one recognizes them; their skin clings to their bones and is drier than firewood.
Nineveh is doomed! Destroyed! Her people tremble with fear; their faces turn pale.
What happened to this city? They were safer there than powerful lions in a den, with no one to disturb them.