Micah

⁹Now why dost thou cry out aloud? Is there no king in thee, is thy counsellor perished, that pangs have taken hold of thee as of a woman in travail? ¹⁰Be in pain, and labour to bring forth, O daughter of Zion, like a woman in travail: for now shalt thou go forth out of the city, and shalt dwell in the field, and shalt come even unto Babylon; there shalt thou be rescued; there shall the Lord redeem thee from the hand of thine enemies. ¹¹And now many nations are assembled against thee, that say, Let her be defiled, and let our eye see its desire upon Zion. ¹²But they know not the thoughts of the Lord, neither understand they his counsel: for he hath gathered them as the sheaves to the threshingfloor. ¹³Arise and thresh, O daughter of Zion: for I will make thine horn iron, and I will make thy hoofs brass: and thou shalt beat in pieces many peoples: and thou shalt devote their gain unto the Lord, and their substance unto the Lord of the whole earth.