⁸ Terror^(A) will seize them,
    pain and anguish will grip^(B) them;
    they will writhe like a woman in labor.^(C)
They will look aghast at each other,
    their faces aflame.^(D)

²¹ Since my people are crushed,^(A) I am crushed;
    I mourn,^(B) and horror grips me.

⁸ But now they are blacker^(A) than soot;
    they are not recognized in the streets.
Their skin has shriveled on their bones;^(B)
    it has become as dry as a stick.

¹⁰ She is pillaged, plundered, stripped!
    Hearts melt,^(A) knees give way,
    bodies tremble, every face grows pale.^(B)