trembling took hold of them there, anguish as of a woman in travail.
The pangs of childbirth come for him, but he is an unwise son; for now he does not present himself at the mouth of the womb.
Then the king's color changed, and his thoughts alarmed him; his limbs gave way, and his knees knocked together.
Therefore my loins are filled with anguish; pangs have seized me, like the pangs of a woman in travail; I am bowed down so that I cannot hear, I am dismayed so that I cannot see.
So they fled away in the twilight and forsook their tents, their horses, and their asses, leaving the camp as it was, and fled for their lives.