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

Sorrow for a Doomed Nation

19 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[a] hear the sound of the trumpet,
    the alarm of war.(B)
20 Disaster overtakes disaster;
    the whole land is laid waste.
Suddenly my tents are destroyed,
    my curtains in a moment.(C)
21 How long must I see the standard
    and hear the sound of the trumpet?

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Footnotes

  1. 4.19 Or for you, O my soul,

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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