ECB(i)
3 So my loins fill with pain: pangs hold me as pangs of a woman birthing: I twist at hearing; I terrify at seeing:
4 my heart staggers; trembling frightens me: he sets the evening breeze of my pleasure to tremble me.
5 Arrange the table! Watch in the watchtower! Eat! Drink! Arise, you governors! Anoint the buckler!