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 Like a crane or a swallow, so I chattered;
^(A)I mourned like a dove;
My eyes fail from looking upward.
O ^[a]Lord, I am oppressed;
^[b]Undertake for me!

⁸ I am feeble and severely broken;
I groan because of the turmoil of my heart.