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23 Bow and javelin they wield;
    cruel and pitiless are they.
They sound like the roaring sea
    as they ride forth on horses,
Each in his place for battle
    against you, daughter Zion.
24 We hear news of them;
    our hands hang helpless,
Anguish takes hold of us,
    pangs like a woman in childbirth.(A)
25 Do not go out into the field,
    do not step into the street,
For the enemy has a sword;
    terror on every side!

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