The LORD proclaims: An army is on the move from the northern regions; a great nation is roused from the ends of the earth.
Equipped with bow and spear, they are cruel; they show no mercy. Their horsemen sound like the roaring sea, arrayed in battle formation against you, Daughter Zion.
We have heard reports of them and are panic-stricken; distress overwhelms us, pain like that of a woman in labor.
Don't go out into the field! Don't walk on the road! The enemies' sword terrorizes at every turn.
My people, put on funeral clothes and roll in ashes; weep and wail as for an only child, because the destroyer will suddenly descend upon us.