8. And you, O tower of the flock,hill of daughter Zion!To you it shall come:the former dominion shall be restored,the reign of daughter Jerusalem.
9. Now why do you cry out so?Are you without a king?Or has your adviser perished,That you are seized with painslike a woman in labor?
10. Writhe, go into labor,O daughter Zion,like a woman giving birth;For now you shall leave the cityand camp in the fields;To Babylon you shall go,there you shall be rescued.There the Lord shall redeem youfrom the hand of your enemies.