Writhe in agony, O Daughter of Zion, like a woman in labor, for now you must leave the city to camp in the open field. You will go to Babylon;1 there you will be rescued. There the LORD will redeem2 you out of the hand of your enemies.
But now many nations are gathered against you. They say, "Let her be defiled, let our eyes gloat3 over Zion!"
But they do not know the thoughts of the LORD; they do not understand his plan,4 he who gathers them like sheaves to the threshing floor.
"Rise and thresh,5 O Daughter of Zion, for I will give you horns of iron; I will give you hoofs of bronze and you will break to pieces many nations."6 You will devote their ill-gotten gains to the LORD,7 their wealth to the Lord of all the earth.