BSB(i)
3 Therefore my body is filled with anguish. Pain grips me, like the pains of a woman in labor. I am bewildered to hear, I am dismayed to see.
4 My heart falters; fear makes me tremble. The twilight of my desire has turned to horror.
5 They prepare a table, they lay out a carpet, they eat, they drink! Rise up, O princes, oil the shields!