2
A grievous vision is declared to me; the treacherous man deals treacherously, and the destroyer destroys. Go up, Elam; besiege, Media; all the sighing of it have I made to cease.
3
Therefore are my loins filled with anguish; pangs have taken hold on me, as the pangs of a woman in travail: I am pained so that I can`t hear; I am dismayed so that I can`t see.
4
My heart flutters, horror has frightened me; the twilight that I desired has been turned into trembling to me.