¹⁹ O my ^(A)soul, my soul!
I am pained in my very heart!
My heart makes a noise in me;
I cannot hold my peace,
Because you have heard, O my soul,
The sound of the trumpet,
The alarm of war.

14 “Man who is born of woman
Is of few days and ^(A)full of ^[a]trouble.
^2 (B)He comes forth like a flower and fades away;
He flees like a shadow and does not continue.