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18 Thy way and thy doings have done these to thee, This [is] thy vexation, for [it is] bitter, For it hath struck unto thy heart.

19 My bowels, my bowels! I am pained [at] the walls of my heart, Make a noise for me doth My heart, I am not silent, For the voice of a trumpet I have heard, O my soul -- a shout of battle!

20 Destruction on destruction is proclaimed, For spoiled hath been all the land, Suddenly spoiled have been my tents, In a moment -- my curtains.

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18 “Your own conduct and actions(A)
    have brought this on you.(B)
This is your punishment.
    How bitter(C) it is!
    How it pierces to the heart!”

19 Oh, my anguish, my anguish!(D)
    I writhe in pain.(E)
Oh, the agony of my heart!
    My heart pounds(F) within me,
    I cannot keep silent.(G)
For I have heard the sound of the trumpet;(H)
    I have heard the battle cry.(I)
20 Disaster follows disaster;(J)
    the whole land lies in ruins.(K)
In an instant my tents(L) are destroyed,
    my shelter in a moment.

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