^{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.