<p class="bodytext">The <sc>Lordsc> again asked me, &#8220;What do you see?&#8221; I answered, &#8220;I see a pot of boiling water; it is tipped toward us from the north.&#8221;<n id="1" />

<p class="poetry">The mother who had seven children<n id="1" /> will grow faint.p> <p class="poetry">All the breath will go out of her.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">Her pride and joy will be taken from her in the prime of their life.p> <p class="poetry">It will seem as if the sun had set while it was still day.<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">She will suffer shame and humiliation.<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">I will cause any of them who are still left alivep> <p class="poetry">to be killed in war by the onslaughts of their enemies,&#8221;<n id="5" />p> <p class="bodytext">says the <sc>Lordsc>.p>