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.
24 I looked at the mountainsand they were quaking;all the hills were rocking back and forth.
25 I looked and there was no one left;every bird in the sky had taken flight.