Jeremiah 4:19–22

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.

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