"How terrible it will be for me!" I cried, "because I am ruined! I'm a man with unclean lips, and I live among a people with unclean lips! And my eyes have seen the King, the LORD of the Heavenly Armies!"

My heart cries out over Moab; her fugitives flee as far as Zoar, as far as Eglath-shelishiyah. For at the ascent to Luhith they go up weeping; on the road to Horonaim they raise a cry of destruction.

Just as a pregnant woman writhes and cries out during her labor when she is about to give birth, so were we because of you, LORD.

A voice cries out: "In the wilderness prepare the way for the LORD; and in the desert a straight highway for our God.'