19 Woe is me for my destruction, my wound is very grievous. But I said: Truly this is my own evil, and I will bear it.
20 My tabernacle is laid waste, all my cords are broken: my children are gone out from me, and they are not: there is none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
21 Because the pastors have done foolishly, and have not sought the Lord: therefore have they not understood, and all their flock is scattered.
22 Behold the sound of a noise cometh, a great commotion out of the land of the north: to make the cities of Juda a desert, and a dwelling for dragons.
23 I know, O Lord, that the way of a man is not his: neither is it in a man to walk, and to direct his steps.
24 Correct me, O Lord, but yet with judgement: and not in fury, lest thou bring me to nothing.
25 Pour out thy indignation upon the nations that have not known thee, and upon the provinces that have not called upon thy name: because they have eaten up Jacob, and devoured him, and consumed him, and have destroyed his glory.