29. As the horsemen and archers approach,the people take flight.They hide in the bushesand escape to the cliffs.Every city is deserted;no one remains.
30. And you, devastated one,why dress up in scarlet,deck yourself in gold jewelry,and color your eyes with paint?In vain you get all decked out;your lovers have rejected youand now seek your life.
31. I hear the cry of a woman in labor,the distress of one delivering her first child.It is the cry of Daughter Zion,gasping for breath,her arms stretched out,and moaning,"I’m about to fall into the hands of murderers!"