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18 They ways, and thy devices have brought these things upon thee: this is thy wickedness, because it is bitter, because it hath touched thy heart.

19 My bowels, my bowels are in pain, the senses of my heart are troubled within me, I will not hold my peace, for my soul hath heard the sound of the trumpet, the cry of battle.

20 Destruction upon destruction is called for, and all the earth is laid waste: my tents are destroyed on a sudden, and my pavilions in a moment.

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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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