panic and pitfall have come upon us, devastation and destruction.
These two things have befallen you —who will grieve with you?— devastation and destruction, famine and sword. Who will comfort you?
From on high he sent fire; it went deep into my bones; he spread a net for my feet; he turned me back; he has left me stunned, faint all day long.
The roads to Zion mourn, for no one comes to the festivals; all her gates are desolate; her priests groan; her young girls grieve, and her lot is bitter.
like a trap. For it will come upon all who live on the face of the whole earth.