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.

30  And owhen thou art spoiled, what wilt thou do?

Though thou clothest thyself with crimson, though thou pdeckest thee with ornaments of gold,

Though thou rentest qthy †face with painting, in vain rshalt thou make thyself fair;

Thy slovers twill despise thee, they will seek thy life.

31  For I have heard a voice as of ua woman in travail, and the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child,

The voice of the daughter of Zion, that bewaileth herself, that vspreadeth her hands,

wSaying, Woe is me now! for my soul is wearied because of murderers.