^{14 Ref} And it hath been, as a roe driven away, And as a flock that hath no gatherer, Each unto his people -- they turn, And each unto his land -- they flee.

^{15 Ref} Every one who is found is thrust through, And every one who is added falleth by sword.

^{16 Ref} And their sucklings are dashed to pieces before their eyes, Spoiled are their houses, and their wives lain with.

^{17 Ref} Lo, I am stirring up against them the Medes, Who silver esteem not, And gold -- they delight not in it.

^{18 Ref} And bows dash young men to pieces, And the fruit of the womb they pity not, On sons their eye hath no pity.