Moff by section MIC 4:1

Micah 4

O watch-tower of the flock,

O height of maiden Sion,

the dominion of yore

shall be yours once more,

the royal power of Israel.

Why then do you wail aloud?

Is it for lack of a king,

for the loss of a royal guide,

that you are in this agony?

[[Writhe and scream, O Sion,

like a woman in her travail;

for soon you must leave the city

to live in the open;

you have to go to Babylon;

but there you shall be rescued,

there the Eternal will deliver you from your foes.]]

Many a nation now musters against you,

thinking to gloat over Sion

desecrated, defeated;

little they know the Eternal’s plan,

little they understand how he

is gathering them as sheaves for threshing.

“Maiden Sion, up and thresh!

I will make you horns of iron,

hoofs as hard as bronze,

to trample many a people down,

consecrating their spoils to the Eternal,

their wealth to the Lord of all the earth;