They saw, then they were astounded, they fled in terror.
So they got up and fled at twilight, abandoning their tents, their horses and their donkeys—the entire camp just as it was—and fled for their lives.
Therefore my body is filled with pain. Pangs have taken hold of me like the pangs of a woman in labor. I am bewildered by what I hear, terrified by what I see.
The color drained from the king’s face, his thoughts alarmed him, his hips gave way and his knees began knocking together.
Pains of birth come on him. He is not a wise son. When the time comes, he should not delay at the opening of the womb.
