Inquire and see: does a male give birth? Why, then, do I see all these men, their hands on their loins Like women in labor, all their faces drained of color?
Yes, I hear the cry, like that of a woman in labor, like the anguish of a mother bearing her first child— The cry of daughter Zion gasping, as she stretches out her hands: “Ah, woe is me! I sink exhausted before my killers!”
What do I see? Are they panicking, falling apart? Their warriors are hammered back, They flee headlong never making a stand. Terror on every side— oracle of the Lord!
Look! like an eagle he soars aloft, and spreads his wings over Bozrah; On that day the hearts of Edom’s warriors become like the heart of a woman in labor. Against Damascus.
Babylon’s warriors have ceased to fight, they remain in their strongholds; Dried up is their strength, they have become women. Burned down are their homes, broken their gates.
When a woman is in labor, she is in anguish because her hour has arrived; but when she has given birth to a child, she no longer remembers the pain because of her joy that a child has been born into the world.