Their widows are more numerous about Me than the sand of the seas. I have brought for them one devastating at noonday against the mother of a young man; I caused anguish and terror to fall on her suddenly.
Therefore, give their sons to the famine, and make them run onto the hand of the sword. And let their wives be bereaved, and be widows, and let their men be the slain of death, their young men be those struck by the sword in battle.
Assyria shall not save us; we will not ride on horses. We shall not say any more to the work of our hands, Our gods! For in You the fatherless finds mercy.