<p class="poetry">So the <sc>Lordsc><n id="1" /> will hand the people of Israel<n id="2" /> over to their enemies<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">until the time when the woman in labor<n id="4" /> gives birth.<n id="5" />p> <p class="poetry">Then the rest of the king&#8217;s<n id="6" /> countrymen will returnp> <p class="poetry">to be reunited with the people of Israel.<n id="7" />p>

<p class="poetry">Jerusalem, why are you<n id="1" /> now shouting so loudly?<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">Has your king disappeared?<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">Has your wise leader<n id="4" /> been destroyed?p> <p class="poetry">Is this why<n id="5" /> pain grips<n id="6" /> you as if you were a woman in labor?p>

<p class="poetry">Twist and strain,<n id="1" /> Daughter Zion, as if you were in labor!p> <p class="poetry">For you will leave the cityp> <p class="poetry">and live in the open field.p> <p class="poetry">You will go to Babylon,p> <p class="poetry">but there you will be rescued.p> <p class="poetry">There the <sc>Lordsc> will deliver<n id="2" /> youp> <p class="poetry">from the power<n id="3" /> of your enemies.p>