Nations writhe in horror before them; every face turns pale.
She is emptied! Yes, she is desolate and laid waste! Hearts melt, knees knock, bodies tremble, and every face grows pale
Terror, pain, and anguish will seize them; they will writhe like a woman in labor. They will look at one another, their
Ask now, and see: Can a male give birth? Why then do I see every man with his hands on his stomach like a woman in labor
But now their appearance is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has shriveled on their
Though I am like a wineskin dried up by smoke, I do not forget Your statutes.
For the brokenness of the daughter of my people I am crushed. I mourn; horror has gripped me.