We have heard its report our hands become feeble anguish has taken hold of us, and pains as of a woman in labor.

We have heard the fame thereof our hands wax feeble anguish hath taken hold of us, and pain, as of a woman in travail.

She is empty, void, and waste. The heart melts, the knees knock together, their bodies and faces have grown pale.

She is empty, and void, and waste and the heart melteth, and the knees smite together, and much pain is in all loins, and the faces of them all gather blackness.