and they shall be afraid. Pangs and sorrows shall take hold of them; they shall be in pain like one giving birth; they shall be amazed, a man to his neighbor; faces of flames shall be their faces.
Ask now and see whether a male is giving birth? Why do I see every man with his hands on his loins, like one giving birth. and have turned all faces to paleness.
Their appearance is darker than soot; they are not recognized in the outside places. Their skin has shriveled on their bones; it is dried up, it has become like wood.
She is empty, even waste, even devastated. And the heart is melted, and the knocking of the knees; and trembling is in all the loins; and all of their faces collect heat.
Where is the den of the lions and the feeding place of the young lions, there where the lion, and the lioness, and the lion’s cub walked, and none shall terrify them?