I hear a cry like that of a woman in labor, anguish like that of one giving birth for the first time. It is the cry of the daughter of Zion, gasping for breath with outstretched hands: “Woe is me! I am fainting among a band of murderers!”
I hear a cry like that of a woman in labor, anguish like that of one giving birth for the first time. It is the cry of the daughter of Zion, gasping for breath with outstretched hands: “Woe is me! I am fainting among a band of murderers!”