We heard its report: our hands were relaxed; straits held us, pain as of her bringing forth

Wherefore was my pain everlasting and my blow incurable, refusing to be healed? Being, wilt thou be to me as falsehood, the waters were not faithful?

Thou dwelling in Lebanon, building a nest in the cedars, how being compassionated in pangs coming to thee the pain as of her bringing forth.

Why wilt thou cry for thy breaking? thy pain is incurable for the multitude of thine iniquity: thy sins were strong, I did these things to thee.

And they came and shouted in the height of Zion, and they flowed together to the goodness of Jehovah, for the grain and for the new wine, and for the oil, and for the sons of the flock and the herd: and their soul was as a watered garden, and they shall not add to pine away any more.

Thou saidst, Wo to me now! for Jehovah added grief upon my pain; I was weary in my sighing, and I found not rest.

Come down from thy glory, sit in thirst, thou daughter dwelling in Di-bon; for he laying Moab waste came up upon thee, destroying thy fortress.

Damascus was relaxed, she turned back to flee, and terror laid hold of her, and pain and sorrows seized her, as she bringing forth.

The king of Babel heard their report, and his hands were relaxed: anguish seized him as the pain of her bringing forth.

Babylon fell suddenly, and she will be broken: wail ye for her; take balsam for her pain, perhaps she will be healed.