24-25 We’ve heard the news,
    and we’re as limp as wet dishrags.
We’re paralyzed with fear.
    Terror has a death grip on our throats.
Don’t dare go outdoors!
    Don’t leave the house!
Death is on the prowl.
    Danger everywhere!

26 “Dear Daughter Zion: Dress in black.
    Blacken your face with ashes.
Weep most bitterly,
    as for an only child.
The countdown has begun . . . 
    six, five, four, three . . . 
    The Terror is on us!”

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24 We have heard reports about them,
    and our hands hang limp.(A)
Anguish(B) has gripped us,
    pain like that of a woman in labor.(C)
25 Do not go out to the fields
    or walk on the roads,
for the enemy has a sword,
    and there is terror on every side.(D)
26 Put on sackcloth,(E) my people,
    and roll in ashes;(F)
mourn with bitter wailing(G)
    as for an only son,(H)
for suddenly the destroyer(I)
    will come upon us.

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