Tell it not in Gath. Weep not at all. I have rolled myself in the dust at Beth-le-aphrah.

Be in pain, and labor to bring forth, O daughter of Zion, like a woman in travail. For now thou shall go forth out of the city, and shall dwell in the field, and shall come even to Babylon. There thou shall be rescued. There LORD w

Yet the land shall be desolate because of those who dwell therein, for the fruit of their doings.

Feed thy people with thy rod, the flock of thy heritage, which dwell solitarily in the forest in the midst of Carmel. Let them feed in Bashan and Gilead, as in the days of old.