³⁰ Flee, get you far off, dwell deep, O ye inhabitants of Hazor, saith the LORD; for Nebuchadrezzar king of Babylon hath taken counsel against you, and hath conceived a purpose against you.

¹⁰ Our skin is black like an oven, Because of the burning heat of famine.

¹¹ They ravished the women in Zion, The virgins in the cities of Judah.

¹² Princes were hanged up by their hand: The faces of elders were not honored.

¹³ The young men bare the mill; The children stumbled under the wood.