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.
The LORD said, 'I will certainly set you free for purposes of
good; I will certainly make the enemy plead with you In a time of disaster and a time of distress.
smash iron, Iron from the north, or bronze?
I will give your wealth and your treasures As plunder without cost, For all your sins And within all your borders.