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A troubling vision is declared to me:
‘The treacherous one acts treacherously,(A)
and the destroyer destroys.
Advance, Elam! Lay siege, you Medes!
I will put an end to all the groaning.’

Therefore I am[a] filled with anguish.
Pain grips me, like the pain of a woman in labour.(B)
I am too perplexed to hear,
too dismayed to see.
My heart staggers;
horror terrifies me.
He has turned my last glimmer of hope[b]
into sheer terror.(C)

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Footnotes

  1. 21:3 Lit my waist is, or my insides are
  2. 21:4 Lit my twilight