19 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.”

20 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.

21 The shepherds are senseless

and do not inquire of the Lord;

so they do not prosper

and all their flock is scattered.

22 Listen! The report is coming—

a great commotion from the land of the north!

It will make the towns of Judah desolate,

a haunt of jackals.

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

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

20 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.

21 For the pastors are become brutish,

And have not sought the Lord:

Therefore they shall not prosper,

And all their flocks shall be scattered.

22 Behold, the noise of the bruit is come,

And a great commotion out of the north country,

To make the cities of Judah desolate,

And a den of dragons.

19 My wound is severe,

and my grief is great.

My sickness is incurable,

but I must bear it.

20 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.

21 The shepherds of my people have lost their senses.

They no longer seek wisdom from the Lord.

Therefore, they fail completely,

and their flocks are scattered.

22 Listen! Hear the terrifying roar of great armies

as they roll down from the north.

The towns of Judah will be destroyed

and become a haunt for jackals.

19 Woe is me for my hurt!

My wound is severe.

But I say, “Truly this is an infirmity,

And I must bear it.”

20 My tent is plundered,

And all my cords are broken;

My children have gone from me,

And they are no more.

There is no one to pitch my tent anymore,

Or set up my curtains.

21 For the shepherds have become dull-hearted,

And have not sought the Lord;

Therefore they shall not prosper,

And all their flocks shall be scattered.

22 Behold, the noise of the report has come,

And a great commotion out of the north country,

To make the cities of Judah desolate, a den of jackals.

19 How terrible it will be for me because of my injury.

My wound cannot be healed.

Yet I told myself,

“This is my sickness; I must suffer through it.”

20 My tent is ruined,

and all its ropes are broken.

My children have gone away and left me.

No one is left to put up my tent again

or to set up a shelter for me.

21 The shepherds are stupid

and don’t ask the Lord for advice.

So they do not have success,

and all their flocks are scattered and lost.

22 Listen! The news is coming.

A loud noise comes from the north

to make the towns of Judah an empty desert

and a home for wild dogs!

19 Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it. 20 My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth from me, and they are not: there is none to spread my tent any more, and to set up my curtains. 21 For the shepherds are become brutish, and have not inquired of Jehovah: therefore they have not prospered, and all their flocks are scattered. 22 The voice of tidings, behold, it cometh, and a great commotion out of the north country, to make the cities of Judah a desolation, a dwelling-place of jackals.

19 Woe is me, for my wound! My stroke is hard to heal, and I had said, Yea, this is my grief, and I will bear it. 20 My tent is despoiled, and all my cords are broken; my children are gone forth from me, and they are not; there is none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains. 21 For the shepherds are become brutish, and have not sought Jehovah; therefore have they not acted wisely, and all their flock is scattered. 22 The voice of a rumour! Behold, it cometh, and a great commotion out of the north country, to make the cities of Judah a desolation, a dwelling-place of jackals.

19 Oh, I’m wounded! 

My wound is serious. 

Then I thought that this is my punishment, and I will bear it. 

20 My tent is destroyed, and all my ropes are broken. 

My children have left me and have disappeared. 

There’s no one to set up my tent again 

or put up my tent curtains. 

21 The shepherds are foolish. 

They don’t look to the Lord for help. 

That is why they won’t succeed, 

and all their flocks will be scattered. 

22 The report has arrived. 

A tremendous uproar is coming from the land of the north. 

Its army will destroy Judah’s cities 

and make them homes for jackals. 

19 Woe to me because of my brokenness—

I am severely wounded!

I exclaimed, “This is my intense suffering,

but I must bear it.”

20 My tent is destroyed;

all my tent cords are snapped.

My sons have departed from me and are no more.

I have no one to pitch my tent again

or to hang up my curtains.

21 For the shepherds are stupid:

they don’t seek the Lord.

Therefore they have not prospered,

and their whole flock is scattered.

22 Listen! A noise—it is coming—

a great commotion from the land to the north.

The cities of Judah will be made desolate,

a jackals’ den.

19 Woe is me because of my hurt!

My wound is severe.

But I said, “Truly this is my punishment,

and I must bear it.”

20 My tent is destroyed,

and all my cords are broken;

my children have gone from me,

and they are no more;

there is no one to spread my tent again,

and to set up my curtains.

21 For the shepherds are stupid,

and do not inquire of the Lord;

therefore they have not prospered,

and all their flock is scattered.

22 Hear, a noise! Listen, it is coming—

a great commotion from the land of the north

to make the cities of Judah a desolation,

a lair of jackals.

19 Woe to me, because of my wound.

My wound is incurable.

But I said, “Surely this is my sickness,

and I must bear it.”

20 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.

21 For the shepherds have become stupid,

they do not seek Yahweh.

Therefore they do not have insight,

and all of their flock are scattered.

22 Listen, news:

Look, it is coming,

a great roar from the land of the north,

to make the cities of Judah a desolation,

a lair of jackals.

19 How terrible it will be for me!

I’ve been wounded!

And my wound can’t be healed!

In spite of that, I said to myself,

“I’m sick. But I’ll have to put up with it.”

20 Jerusalem is like a tent that has been destroyed.

All of its ropes have snapped.

My people have gone away from me.

Now no one is left to set up my tent.

I have no one to set it up for me.

21 The leaders of my people are like shepherds

who don’t have any sense.

They don’t ask the Lord for advice.

That’s why they don’t succeed.

And that’s why their whole flock

is scattered like sheep.

22 Listen! A message is coming!

I hear the sound of a great army

marching down from the north!

It will turn Judah’s towns into a desert.

They will become a home for wild dogs.

19 Woe is me, because of my injury!

My wound is incurable.

But I said, “Truly this is a sickness,

And I must bear it.”

20 My tent is destroyed,

And all my ropes are broken;

My sons have gone from me and are no more.

There is no one to stretch out my tent again

Or to set up my curtains.

21 For the shepherds have become stupid

And have not sought the Lord;

Therefore they have not prospered,

And all their flock is scattered.

22 The sound of a report! Behold, it comes—

A great commotion out of the land of the north—

To make the cities of Judah

A desolation, a haunt of jackals.