17  lGather up your bundle from the ground,

O you who dwell under siege!

18  For thus says the Lord:

m“Behold, I am slinging out the inhabitants of the land

at this time,

nand I will bring distress on them,

that they may feel it.”

19  Woe is me because of my hurt!

oMy wound is grievous.

But I said, “Truly this is an affliction,

and I must bear it.”

20  pMy tent is destroyed,

and all my cords are broken;

my children have gone from me,

qand they are not;

there is no one to spread my tent again

and pto set up my curtains.

21  rFor the shepherds sare stupid

and do not inquire of the Lord;

therefore they have not prospered,

tand all their flock is scattered.

22  A voice, a rumor! Behold, it comes!—

ua great commotion out of the north country

to make vthe cities of Judah a desolation,

va lair of jackals.