Look at them shake uncontrollably, like a woman writhing in childbirth.
So they got up and fled at dusk, leaving behind their tents, horses, and donkeys. They left the camp as it was and ran for their lives.
For this reason my stomach churns; cramps overwhelm me like the contractions of a woman in labor. I am disturbed by what I hear, horrified by what I see.
Then all the color drained from the king’s face and he became alarmed. The joints of his hips gave way, and his knees began knocking together.
The labor pains of a woman will overtake him, but the baby will lack wisdom; when the time arrives, he will not come out of the womb!