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18 “You obtained this for yourself
    because of your way and your deeds.
This is your doom, for it is bitter,
    yes, it has reached up to your heart.”
19 My bowels, my bowels! I writhe!
    The walls of my heart!
My heart is restless within me, I cannot keep silent,
    for I hear in my inner self the sound of a horn, the alarm of war.
20 Destruction on destruction is proclaimed,
    for all of the land is devastated.
Suddenly my tents are devastated,
    my tent curtains in a moment.
21 How long must I see the banner,
    and hear the sound of a horn?

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18 Your ways and your deeds
    have brought this upon you.
This is your doom, and (A)it is bitter;
    it has reached your very heart.”

Anguish over Judah's Desolation

19 (B)My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain!
    Oh the walls of my heart!
My heart is beating wildly;
    I cannot keep silent,
for I hear the sound of the trumpet,
    the alarm of war.
20 (C)Crash follows hard on crash;
    the whole land is laid waste.
(D)Suddenly my tents are laid waste,
    my curtains in a moment.
21 How long must I see the standard
    and hear the sound of the trumpet?

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

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

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

21 How long shall I see the standard, and hear the sound of the trumpet?

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