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Jeremiah 4:31

New American Bible - revised edition

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!”

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Rebekah said to Isaac: “I am disgusted with life because of the Hittite women. If Jacob also should marry a Hittite woman, a native of the land, like these women, why should I live?”

Alas, I am a foreigner in Meshech, I live among the tents of Kedar!

When you spread out your hands, I will close my eyes to you; Though you pray the more, I will not listen. Your hands are full of blood!

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.

As a woman about to give birth writhes and cries out in pain, so were we before you, Lord.

For a long time I have kept silent, I have said nothing, holding myself back; Now I cry out like a woman in labor, gasping and panting.

Then I said, “Woe is me, I am doomed! For I am a man of unclean lips, living among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts!”

Woe is me! I am undone, my wound is beyond healing. Yet I had thought: if I make light of my sickness, I can bear it.

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?

If I walk out into the field, look! those slain by the sword; If I enter the city, look! victims of famine. Both prophet and priest ply their trade in a land they do not know.

Why is my pain continuous, my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? To me you are like a deceptive brook, waters that cannot be relied on!

So now, give their children to famine, deliver them to the power of the sword. Let their wives be childless and widows; let their husbands die of pestilence, their youths be struck down by the sword in battle.

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?

Thus says the Lord, God of Israel, to you, Baruch.

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

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.

Damascus loses heart, turns to flee; panic has seized it. Distress and pangs take hold, like the pain of a woman in labor.

The king of Babylon hears news of them, and his hands hang helpless; Anguish takes hold of him, like the pangs of a woman giving birth.

Lovely and delicate daughter Zion, you are ruined!

Zion stretches out her hands, with no one to comfort her; The Lord has ordered against Jacob his foes all around; Jerusalem has become in their midst a thing unclean.

Look, O Lord, at the anguish I suffer! My stomach churns, And my heart recoils within me: How bitter I am! Outside the sword bereaves— indoors, there is death.

They lie on the ground in the streets, young and old alike; Both my young women and young men are cut down by the sword; You killed them on the day of your wrath, slaughtered without pity.

The birth pangs will come for him, but this is an unwise child, Who, when it is time, does not present himself at the mouth of the womb.

Writhe, go into labor, O daughter Zion, like a woman giving birth; For now you shall leave the city and camp in the fields; To Babylon you shall go, there you shall be rescued. There the Lord shall redeem you from the hand of your enemies.

Now why do you cry out so? Are you without a king? Or has your adviser perished, That you are seized with pains like a woman in labor?

Woe is me! I am like the one who gathers summer fruit, when the vines have been gleaned; There is no cluster to eat, no early fig that I crave.

“Say to daughter Zion, ‘Behold, your king comes to you, meek and riding on an ass, and on a colt, the foal of a beast of burden.’”

If I preach the gospel, this is no reason for me to boast, for an obligation has been imposed on me, and woe to me if I do not preach it!

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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