And they shall be afraid: pangs and sorrows shall take hold of them; they shall be in pain as a woman in birth labor: they shall be amazed one at another; their faces shall be as flames.
Ask now, and see whether a man labors in giving birth? why do I see every man with his hands on his loins, like a woman in birth labor, and all faces are turned to paleness?
She is empty, and vacant, and ruined: and the heart melts, and the knees strike together, and much pain is in all loins, and the faces of them all gather blackness.
Where is the dwelling of the lions, and the feeding place of the young lions, where the lion, even the old lion, walked, and the lion’s cub, and none made them afraid?