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18 Thy way and thy doings have procured these things unto thee; this is thy wickedness because it is bitter, because it reaches unto thine heart.

19 ¶ My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart makes a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the shofar, the alarm of war.

20 Destruction upon destruction is cried, for the whole land is destroyed; suddenly are my tents destroyed, and my curtains in a moment.

21 How long shall I see the banner and hear the voice of the shofar?

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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.
21 How long must I see the battle standard(M)
    and hear the sound of the trumpet?(N)

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