⁹ The mother of seven will grow faint^(A)
    and breathe her last.^(B)
Her sun will set while it is still day;
    she will be disgraced^(C) and humiliated.
I will put the survivors to the sword^(D)
    before their enemies,”^(E)
declares the Lord.

¹⁰ Alas, my mother, that you gave me birth,^(A)
    a man with whom the whole land strives and contends!^(B)
I have neither lent^(C) nor borrowed,
    yet everyone curses^(D) me.