MSTC(i)
2 Whoso may deceive, said the voice, let him deceive: Who so may destroy, let him destroy. Up Elam, besiege it O Media, for I will still all their groanings.
3 With this, the reins of my back were full of pain: Pangs came upon me, as upon a woman in her travail. It made me stoop when I heard it, and it vexed me when I saw it.
4 My heart panted, I trembled for fear. The night of my voluptuousness hath he turned against me into fear.