17 They hem her in like those guarding a field,because she has rebelled against me,declares the Lord.
18 Your own conduct, your own deeds have done this to you.This is your payment and how bitter it is,piercing into the depths of your heart.
19 Oh, my suffering, my suffering!My pain is unbearable;my heart is in turmoil;it throbs nonstop.I can’t be silent, because I hear the blast of the trumpetand the roar of the battle cry!
20 Disaster follows disaster;the whole land is ruined.Suddenly, my tents are destroyed,my shelter in a moment.
21 How long must I see the battle flagsand hear the blast of the trumpet?
22 My people are foolish.They don’t even know me!They are thoughtless childrenwithout understanding;they are skilled at doing wrong,inept at doing right.
23 I looked at the earth,and it was without shape or form;at the heavensand there was no light.