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18 “Your own actions have brought this upon you.
    This punishment is bitter, piercing you to the heart!”

Jeremiah Weeps for His People

19 My heart, my heart—I writhe in pain!
    My heart pounds within me! I cannot be still.
For I have heard the blast of enemy trumpets
    and the roar of their battle cries.
20 Waves of destruction roll over the land,
    until it lies in complete desolation.
Suddenly my tents are destroyed;
    in a moment my shelters are crushed.
21 How long must I see the battle flags
    and hear the trumpets of war?

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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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