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Isaiah 21:3

Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

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

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They will be horrified; pain and agony will seize them; they will be in anguish like a woman in labour. They will look at each other, their faces flushed with fear.


As a pregnant woman about to give birth writhes and cries out in her pains, so we were before you,  Lord.


When they say, ‘Peace and security’, then sudden destruction  will come upon them, like labour pains on a pregnant woman, and they will not escape.


The towns have   been captured, and the strongholds seized. In that day the heart of Moab’s warriors will be like the heart of a woman with contractions.


Therefore I moan like the sound of a lyre for Moab, as does my innermost being for Kir-heres.


I heard, and I trembled within; my lips quivered at the sound. Rottenness entered my bones; I trembled where I stood. Now I must quietly wait for the day of distress to come against the people invading us.


The king of Babylon has heard about them; his hands have become weak. Distress has seized him – pain, like a woman in labour.


Look! It will be like an eagle soaring upwards, then swooping down and spreading its wings over Bozrah. In that day the hearts of Edom’s warriors will be like the heart of a woman with contractions.


So I join with Jazer to weep for the vines of Sibmah; I drench Heshbon and Elealeh with my tears. Triumphant shouts have fallen silent over your summer fruit and your harvest.


My heart cries out over Moab, whose fugitives flee as far as Zoar, to Eglath-shelishiyah; they go up the Ascent of Luhith weeping; they raise a cry of destruction on the road to Horonaim.


In the morning you will say, “If only it were evening! ” and in the evening you will say, “If only it were morning! ” #– #because of the dread you will have in your heart and because of what you will see.


When a woman is in labour, she has pain   because her time has come. But when she has given birth to a child,   she no longer remembers the suffering because of the joy that a person has been born into the world.


My anguish, my anguish!  I writhe in agony! Oh, the pain in   my heart! My heart pounds; I cannot be silent. For you, my soul, have heard the sound of the ram’s horn – the shout of battle.


We have heard about it, and our hands have become weak. Distress has seized us – pain, like a woman in labour.





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