And now, O thou daughter Zion, be sorry: let it grieve thee as a wife labouring with child. For now must thou get thee out of the city, and dwell upon the plain field: Yea, unto Babylon shalt thou go, there shalt thou be delivered, and there the LORD shall loose thee from the hand of thine enemies.

Thine hand shall be lift up upon thine enemies, and all thine adversaries shall perish.

All witchcrafts will I root out of thine hand, there shall no more soothsayings be within thee.

Therefore I will take in hand to punish thee, and to make thee desolate because of thy sins.

This shall the Heathen see, and be ashamed for all their power: so that they shall lay their hand upon their mouth, and stop their ears.