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.
On account of this my loins are filled with pain; pangs have taken hold on me like the pangs of a one giving birth. I am bowed from bearing; I am troubled from seeing.
And you, O My servant Jacob, do not fear, a statement of Jehovah. Do not be terrified, O Israel. For, behold, I will save you from afar, and your seed from the land of their captivity. And I will bring back Jacob and have quiet and be untroubled, and no one will make him afraid.
For I have heard a voice as of one weakened, the anguish as one bearing her first child, the voice of Zion’s daughter gasping and spreading her palms, saying, Woe is to me now, for my soul faints because of murderers!
Kerioth is captured, and the strongholds are seized. And the mighty men’s hearts in Moab shall be at that day like the heart of a woman being distressed.
Behold, the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people from a distant land! Is not Jehovah in Zion? Or is not her king in her? Why have they provoked Me with their graven images, with foreign vanities?
The woman has grief when she bears, because her hour came, but when she bears the child, she no longer remembers the distress, because of the joy that a man was born into the world.