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18 Your way and your deeds
    have procured these things to you.
This is your wickedness.
    How bitter it is!
    How it touches your heart!”

Sorrow for a Doomed Nation

19 My soul, my soul!
    I am pained at 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.
20 Destruction upon destruction is proclaimed,
    for the whole land is devastated.
Suddenly are my tents devastated,
    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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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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