¹⁴ I am poured out like water,^(A)
and all my bones are disjointed;^(B)
my heart is like wax,
melting within me.^(C)

¹⁹ My anguish, my anguish!^[a] I writhe in agony!
Oh, the pain in^[b] my heart!^(A)
My heart pounds;
I cannot be silent.
For you, my soul,
have heard the sound of the ram’s horn—
the shout of battle.