They shall lay hold on bow and spear; they are
cruel, and have no mercy; their voice roareth like the sea; and they ride upon horses, set in array as men for war against thee, O daughter of Zion.
We have heard the fame thereof: our hands wax feeble: anguish hath taken hold of us, and
pain, as of a woman in travail.
Go not forth into the field, nor walk by the way; for the sword of the enemy and
on every side.
O daughter of my people, gird thee
with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for
an only son, most bitter lamentation: for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us.
I have set thee for
a tower and
a fortress among my people, that thou mayest know and try their way.
all grievous revolters, walking with slanders: they are
brass and iron; they are