Beforethem the peopleare in anguish;Allfacesturnpale.
ThoughI have becomelike a wineskinin the smoke,I do not forgetYour statutes.
They will be terrified,Painsand anguishwill takeholdof [them]; They will writhelike a woman in labor,They will lookat oneanotherin astonishment,Their facesaflame.
Asknow,and seeIfa malecan givebirth.Whydo I seeeveryman[With] his handson his loins,as a woman in childbirth?And [why] have allfacesturnedpale?
For the brokennessof the daughterof my peopleI am broken;I mourn,dismayhas takenholdof me.
Their appearanceis blackerthansoot,They are not recognizedin the streets;Their skinis shriveledon their bones,It is withered,it has becomelike wood.
She is emptied!Yes, she is desolateand waste!Heartsare meltingand kneesknocking!Also anguishis in the wholebodyAnd alltheir facesare grownpale!
Whereis the denof the lionsAnd the feedingplaceof the younglions,Wherethe lion,lionessand lion'scubprowled,With nothingto disturb[them]?
