^{19 Ref} My soul, my soul! I am pained to my inmost heart; my heart is troubled in me; I am not able to be quiet, because the sound of the horn, the note of war, has come to my ears.

^{20 Ref} News is given of destruction on destruction; all the land is made waste: suddenly my tents, straight away my curtains, are made waste.

^{21 Ref} How long will I go on seeing the flag and hearing the sound of the war-horn?

^{22 Ref} For my people are foolish, they have no knowledge of me; they are evil-minded children, without sense, all of them: they are wise in evil-doing, but have no knowledge of doing good.