^{19 Ref} Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is `my' grief, and I must bear it.

^{20 Ref} My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth from me, and they are not: there is none to spread my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.

^{21 Ref} For the shepherds are become brutish, and have not inquired of Jehovah: therefore they have not prospered, and all their flocks are scattered.

^{22 Ref} The voice of tidings, behold, it cometh, and a great commotion out of the north country, to make the cities of Judah a desolation, a dwelling-place of jackals.