9. The mother of seven faints away,breathing out her life;Her sun sets in full day,she is ashamed, abashed.Their survivors I will give to the swordin the presence of their enemies—oracle of the Lord.
10. Woe to me, my mother, that you gave me birth!a man of strife and contention to all the land!I neither borrow nor lend,yet everyone curses me.
11. Tell me, Lord, have I not served you for their good?Have I not interceded with youin time of misfortune and anguish?
12. Can one break iron,iron from the north, and bronze?