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Jeremiah 13:21

New American Bible - revised edition

What will you say when rulers are appointed over you, those you taught to be allies? Will not pains seize you like those of a woman giving birth?

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Meanwhile, Ahaz sent messengers to Tiglath-pileser, king of Assyria, with the plea: “I am your servant and your son. Come up and rescue me from the power of the king of Aram and the king of Israel, who are attacking me.”

What will you do on the day of punishment, when the storm comes from afar? To whom will you flee for help? Where will you leave your wealth,

and they are terrified, Pangs and sorrows take hold of them, like a woman in labor they writhe; They look aghast at each other, their faces aflame.

Therefore my loins are filled with anguish, pangs have seized me like those of a woman in labor; I am too bewildered to hear, too dismayed to look.

Stop wearing out your feet and parching your throat! But you say, “No use! No! How I love these strangers, after them I must go.”

You who dwell on Lebanon, who nest in the cedars, How you shall groan when pains come upon you, like the pangs of a woman in childbirth!

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?

I see all the women who remain in the house of Judah’s king being brought out to the princes of Babylon’s king, and they are crying: ‘They betrayed you, outdid you, your good friends! Now that your feet are sunk in mud, they slink away.’

You now who are doomed, what are you doing dressing in purple, bedecking yourself with gold, Enlarging your eyes with kohl? You beautify yourself in vain! Your lovers reject you, they seek your life.

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!”

Cities are captured, strongholds seized: On that day the hearts of Moab’s warriors become like the heart of a woman in labor.

The prophets prophesy falsely, and the priests teach on their own authority; Yet my people like it this way; what will you do when the end comes?

We hear news of them; our hands hang helpless, Anguish takes hold of us, pangs like a woman in childbirth.

Then, face to face with your killers, will you still say, “I am a god”? No, you are a man, not a god, handed over to those who slay you.

All these are the beginning of the labor pains.

When people are saying, “Peace and security,” then sudden disaster comes upon them, like labor pains upon a pregnant woman, and they will not escape.




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