Jeremiah 10:19–20

Woe is me because of my hurt!

My wound is grievous.

But I said, “Truly this is an affliction,

and I must bear it.”

My tent is destroyed,

and all my cords are broken;

my children have gone from me,

and they are not;

there is no one to spread my tent again

and to set up my curtains.

Woe to me because of my injury!

My wound is incurable!

Yet I said to myself,

“This is my sickness, and I must endure it.”

My tent is destroyed;

all its ropes are snapped.

My children are gone from me and are no more;

no one is left now to pitch my tent

or to set up my shelter.

My wound is severe,

and my grief is great.

My sickness is incurable,

but I must bear it.

My home is gone,

and no one is left to help me rebuild it.

My children have been taken away,

and I will never see them again.

Woe to me, because of my wound.

My wound is incurable.

But I said, “Surely this is my sickness,

and I must bear it.”

My tent is devastated,

and all my tent cords are torn.

My children have gone out from me,

and they are not.

There is no one who pitches my tent again,

or one who puts up my tent curtains.

Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous:

But I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.

My tabernacle is spoiled, and all my cords are broken:

My children are gone forth of me, and they are not:

There is none to stretch forth my tent any more,

And to set up my curtains.