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.
Ask and see whether a male can give birth. Why then do I see every man with his hands on his stomach like a woman in labour and every face turned pale?
Where is the lions’ lair, or the feeding ground of the young lions, where the lion and lioness prowled, and the lion’s cub, with nothing to frighten them away?