Therefore I will contend with you, says Jehovah, and with your son's sons I will enter into judgment.

For I have heard a voice as of a woman in labor, the anguish as one bearing her first child, the voice of Zion's daughter, gasping and spreading her hands, saying, Woe to me now! For my soul faints because of murderers.

And all nations shall serve him, and his son, and his son's son, until the very time of his land come: and then many nations and great kings shall serve themselves of him.

In those days they shall no more say, The fathers have eaten sour grapes, and the son's teeth are set on edge.