28 Because of this, the earth will mourn; the skies above will grow dark. I have spoken; I have planned,and I will not relent or turn back from it.
29 Every city flees at the sound of the horseman and the archer.They enter the thicketsand climb among the rocks. Every city is abandoned;no inhabitant is left.
30 And you, devastated one, what are you doing that you dress yourself in scarlet,that you adorn yourself with gold jewelry,that you enlarge your eyes with paint? You beautify yourself for nothing.Your lovers reject you; they want to take your life.
31 I hear a cry like a woman in labor, a cry of anguish like one bearing her first child.The cry of Daughter Zion gasping for breath,stretching out her hands: Woe is me, for my life is wearybecause of the murderers!