⁴ For behold, ^(A)the kings assembled,
They passed by together.
⁵ They saw it, and so they marveled;
They were troubled, they hastened away.
⁶ Fear ^(B)took hold of them there,
And pain, as of a woman in birth pangs,

^17 (A)One thousand shall flee at the threat of one,
At the threat of five you shall flee,
Till you are left as a ^[a]pole on top of a mountain
And as a banner on a hill.