sMy heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace,
20 uDestruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is spoiled:
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.
Heb. the walls of my heart.
See Ps. 82:5.