For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying,“ Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”

我听见有声音，仿佛妇人产难的声音，好像生头胎疼痛的声音，是锡安女子的声音；她喘着气、挓挲手，说：“我有祸了！在杀人的跟前，我的心发昏了。”

我听见有仿佛妇人临产的声音，好像是生头胎疼痛的声音，原来是锡安的声音；她喘着气，伸开手：“我有祸了！在杀人者跟前，我的心灵发昏。”

我听见有仿佛妇人临产的声音，好像是生头胎疼痛的声音，原来是锡安的声音；她喘着气，伸开手：“我有祸了！在杀人者跟前，我的心灵发昏。”

我听见好像妇人分娩时的喊叫声，好像妇人生头胎时的痛苦呻吟。那是锡安城的喊叫声，她在喘息，伸出双手说：“噢！我有祸了，我要死在杀戮者手上了。”

我听到好像妇人产痛的叫声，正像生头胎孩子的妇人疼痛的叫声，就是锡安居民（“居民”原文作“女子”）的声音，他们喘着气，伸开双手，说：“哎！我有祸了！在那些杀人者跟前，我发昏了！”

我聽見有聲音，彷彿婦人產難的聲音，好像生頭胎疼痛的聲音，是錫安女子的聲音；她喘着氣、挓挲手，說：我有禍了！在殺人的跟前，我的心發昏了。

我聽見有彷彿婦人臨產的聲音，好像是生頭胎疼痛的聲音，原來是錫安的聲音；她喘着氣，伸開手：「我有禍了！在殺人者跟前，我的心靈發昏。」

我聽見有彷彿婦人臨產的聲音，好像是生頭胎疼痛的聲音，原來是錫安的聲音；她喘着氣，伸開手：「我有禍了！在殺人者跟前，我的心靈發昏。」

我聽見好像婦人分娩時的喊叫聲，好像婦人生頭胎時的痛苦呻吟。那是錫安城的喊叫聲，她在喘息，伸出雙手說：「噢！我有禍了，我要死在殺戮者手上了。」

我聽到好像婦人產痛的叫聲，正像生頭胎孩子的婦人疼痛的叫聲，就是錫安居民（“居民”原文作“女子”）的聲音，他們喘著氣，伸開雙手，說：“哎！我有禍了！在那些殺人者跟前，我發昏了！”

因為我聽見有聲音、像婦人翻騰絞痛的聲音，彷彿生頭胎孩子產難的聲音，是錫安子民的聲音；她喘着氣，挓挱着手，說：『哦，我有禍了！在殺人者跟前、我的心發昏了。』

蓋我聞有聲、若臨產之婦、若初產者之痛苦、是乃錫安女之聲、喘息張手曰、禍哉我也、我魂亡於殘殺者之前矣、

我聞有聲哀號、若妊婦初產、即郇女之聲、哭泣伸手、曰、殺我者至、禍必不遠、我喪厥膽。

我聞哀聲、如婦臨產、我聞哀哭之聲、如孕婦初產、即郇之聲、哭泣伸手、曰、禍哉我也、我被殘殺者所害、

I hear a cry as of a woman in labor, a groan as of one bearing her first child— the cry of Daughter Zion gasping for breath, stretching out her hands and saying,“ Alas! I am fainting; my life is given over to murderers.”

I hear a cry like the cry of a woman having a baby. I hear a groan like someone having her first child. It’s the cry of the people of Zion struggling to breathe. They reach out their hands and say,“ Help us! We’re fainting! Murderers are about to kill us!”

For I heard a cry as of a woman in labor, anguish as of one giving birth to her first child, the cry of the daughter of Zion gasping for breath, stretching out her hands,“ Woe is me! I am fainting before murderers.”

I hear a cry, like that of a woman in labor, the groans of a woman giving birth to her first child. It is beautiful Jerusalem gasping for breath and crying out,“ Help! I’m being murdered!”

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 weary because of the murderers!”

For I heard a voice cry as of a woman in labor, The anguish as of one giving birth to her first child. The voice of the daughter of Zion gasping for breath, Stretching out her hands, saying,“ Ah, woe to me, for I faint before murderers.”

“ For I have heard a voice as of a woman in labor, The anguish as of her who brings forth her first child, The voice of the daughter of Zion bewailing herself; She spreads her hands, saying,‘ Woe is me now, for my soul is weary Because of murderers!’

For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that gaspeth for breath, that spreadeth her hands, saying, Woe is me now! for my soul fainteth before the murderers.

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 weary because of the murderers!

For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail,[ and] the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion,[ that] bewaileth herself,[ that] spreadeth her hands,[ saying], Woe[ is] me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers.

In fact, I hear a cry like that of a woman in labor, a cry of anguish like that of a woman giving birth to her first baby. It is the cry of Daughter Zion gasping for breath, reaching out for help, saying,“ I am done in! My life is ebbing away before these murderers!”

When you spread out your hands, I will hide my eyes from you. Yes, when you make many prayers, I will not hear. Your hands are full of blood.

Zion spreads out her hands. There is no one to comfort her. Yahweh has commanded concerning Jacob, that those who are around him should be his adversaries. Jerusalem is among them as an unclean thing.

What will you say, when he sets over you as head those whom you have yourself taught to be friends to you? Won’t sorrows take hold of you, as of a woman in travail?

They will be dismayed. Pangs and sorrows will seize them. They will be in pain like a woman in labor. They will look in amazement one at another. Their faces will be faces of flame.

I will cut off the beautiful and delicate one, the daughter of Zion.

Kerioth is taken, and the strongholds are seized. The heart of the mighty men of Moab at that day will be as the heart of a woman in her pangs.

Therefore deliver up their children to the famine, and give them over to the power of the sword. Let their wives become childless and widows. Let their men be killed and their young men struck by the sword in battle.

“ My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

For when they are saying,“ Peace and safety,” then sudden destruction will come on them, like birth pains on a pregnant woman. Then they will in no way escape.

Ask now, and see whether a man travails with child. Why do I see every man with his hands on his waist, as a woman in travail, and all faces are turned pale?

To the others he said in my hearing,“ Go through the city after him, and strike. Don’t let your eye spare, neither have pity.Kill utterly the old man, the young man, the virgin, little children and women; but don’t come near any man on whom is the mark. Begin at my sanctuary.” Then they began at the old men who were before the house.

“ I have been silent a long time. I have been quiet and restrained myself. Now I will cry out like a travailing woman. I will both gasp and pant.

Then I said,“ Woe is me! For I am undone, because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell among a people of unclean lips: for my eyes have seen the King, Yahweh of Armies!”

Woe is me because of my injury! My wound is serious; but I said,“ Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it.”

Damascus has grown feeble, she turns herself to flee, and trembling has seized her. Anguish and sorrows have taken hold of her, as of a woman in travail.

Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? Will you indeed be to me as a deceitful brook, like waters that fail?

For if I preach the Good News, I have nothing to boast about; for necessity is laid on me; but woe is to me if I don’t preach the Good News.

“ Yahweh, the God of Israel, says to you, Baruch:

Misery is mine! Indeed, I am like one who gathers the summer fruits, as gleanings of the vineyard: There is no cluster of grapes to eat. My soul desires to eat the early fig.

The sorrows of a travailing woman will come on him. He is an unwise son; for when it is time, he doesn’t come to the opening of the womb.

“ For the Lord Yahweh says:‘ I will bring up a mob against them, and will give them to be tossed back and forth and robbed.The company will stone them with stones, and dispatch them with their swords. They will kill their sons and their daughters, and burn up their houses with fire.

They take hold of bow and spear. They are cruel, and have no mercy. Their voice roars like the sea, and they ride on horses, everyone set in array, as a man to the battle, against you, daughter of Zion.”We have heard its report. Our hands become feeble. Anguish has taken hold of us, and pains as of a woman in labor.

Behold, he will come up and fly as the eagle, and spread out his wings against Bozrah. The heart of the mighty men of Edom at that day will be as the heart of a woman in her pangs.

Rebekah said to Isaac,“ I am weary of my life because of the daughters of Heth. If Jacob takes a wife of the daughters of Heth, such as these, of the daughters of the land, what good will my life do me?”

Therefore my thighs are filled with anguish. Pains have seized me, like the pains of a woman in labor. I am in so much pain that I can’t hear. I so am dismayed that I can’t see.

“ Tell the daughter of Zion, behold, your King comes to you, humble, and riding on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey.”

“ Look, Yahweh; for I am in distress. My heart is troubled. My heart turns over within me, for I have grievously rebelled. Abroad, the sword bereaves. At home, it is like death.

Inhabitant of Lebanon, who makes your nest in the cedars, how greatly to be pitied you will be when pangs come on you, the pain as of a woman in travail!

If I go out into the field, then, behold, the slain with the sword! If I enter into the city, then, behold, those who are sick with famine! For both the prophet and the priest go about in the land, and have no knowledge.’”

The king of Babylon has heard the news of them, and his hands become feeble: anguish has taken hold of him, pains as of a woman in labor.

Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

“ The youth and the old man lie on the ground in the streets. My virgins and my young men have fallen by the sword. You have killed them in the day of your anger. You have slaughtered, and not pitied.