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
The bellows are burned, the lead is consumed of the fire; the founder melteth in vain: for the wicked are not plucked away.