19  rMy bowels, my bowels! I am pained at †my very heart;

sMy heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace,

Because thou hast heard, O my soul, tthe sound of the trumpet, ttthe alarm of war.

20  uDestruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is spoiled:

Suddenly are vmy tents spoiled, and vmy curtains in a moment.

21  How long shall I see the standard, and hear tthe sound of the trumpet?

22  For my people is foolish, wthey have not known me;

They are sottish children, and they have none understanding:

xThey are wise to do evil, but to do good they have no knowledge.

23  yI beheld the earth, and, lo, it was zwithout form, and void;

And the heavens, and athey had no light.

24  I beheld bthe mountains, and, lo, they trembled,

And all the hills moved lightly.

25  I beheld, and, lo, cthere was no man,

And call the birds of the heavens dwere fled.

26  I beheld, and, lo, ethe fruitful place was a wilderness,

And all the cities thereof were broken down

At the presence of the Lord, and by his ffierce anger.

27  For thus hath the Lord said,

The whole land shall be desolate;

Yet gwill I not make a full end.

28  For this hshall the earth mourn, and aithe heavens above be black:

Because I have spoken it, I have purposed it,

And kwill not repent, neither will I turn back from it.

29  The whole city shall flee for the noise of the horsemen and lbowmen;

They shall go into thickets, and climb up upon mthe rocks:

Every city shall be forsaken, and nnot a man dwell therein.