24 We have aheard the report of it;
Our hands are limp.
bDistress has taken hold of us,
Pain as of a woman in childbirth.
25 aDo not go out into the field
And bdo not walk on the road,
For the enemy has a sword;
cTerror is on every side.
26 O daughter of my people, agird yourself with sackcloth
And broll in ashes;
cMourn as for an only son,
A lamentation most bitter.
For suddenly the destroyer
Will come upon us.