24. We have heard the fame thereof, our hands grow feeble: anguish hath taken hold of us, as a woman in labor.
25. Go not out into the fields, nor walk in the highway: for the sword of the enemy, and fear is on every side.
26. Gird thee with sackcloth, O daughter of my people, and sprinkle thee with ashes: make thee mourning as for an only son, a bitter lamentation, because the destroyer shall suddenly come upon us.