I will winnow them with a winnowing fork At the gates of the land; I will bereave them
of children, I will destroy My people; They did not repent of their ways.
Their widows will be more numerous before Me Than the sand of the seas; I will bring against them, against the mother of a young man, A destroyer at noon; I will suddenly bring down on her Shock and horror.
She who gave birth to seven sons
withers away; Her breathing is labored. Her sun has set while it was still day; She has been shamed and humiliated. So I will turn over their survivors to the sword Before their enemies,' declares the LORD.
Woe to me, my mother, that you have given birth to me As
a man of strife and a man of contention to all the land! I have not lent, nor have people lent money to me, Yet
everyone curses me.