New International Version
19 Woe to me because of my injury!
My wound(A) is incurable!
Yet I said to myself,
“This is my sickness, and I must endure(B) it.”
20 My tent(C) is destroyed;
all its ropes are snapped.
My children are gone from me and are no more;(D)
no one is left now to pitch my tent
or to set up my shelter.
21 The shepherds(E) are senseless(F)
and do not inquire of the Lord;(G)
so they do not prosper(H)
and all their flock is scattered.(I)