4:13 Look! The enemy is approaching like gathering clouds.
The roar of his chariots is like that of a whirlwind.
His horses move more swiftly than eagles.”
I cry out,
4:31 In fact,
a cry of anguish like that of a woman giving birth to her first baby.
It is the cry of Daughter Zion
reaching out for help,
My life is ebbing away before these murderers!”