For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that gaspeth for breath, that spreadeth her hands, 'saying', Woe is me now! for my soul fainteth before the murderers.
For Y herd a vois as of a womman trauelynge of child, þe angwischis as of a womman childynge; þe vois of þe douyter of Sion among hem þat dien, and spreden abrood her hondis; Wo to me, for my soule failide for hem þat ben slayn.