23. they seize bow and spear, they are cruel and have no compassion, their voice roars like the sea. And they ride on horses, set in array as a man for battle against you, O daughter of Tsiyon.”
24. We have heard the report of it, our hands grow weak. Distress has taken hold of us, pain as of a woman in labour.
25. Do not go out into the field, nor walk by the way. Because of the sword of the enemy, fear is on every side.
26. O daughter of my people, gird on sackcloth, and roll about in ashes! Make mourning as for an only son, most bitter lamentation because suddenly the ravager shall come upon us.