19 Woe to me, because of my wound. My wound is incurable. But I said, “Surely this is my sickness, and I must bear it.”
20 My tent is devastated, and all my tent cords are torn. My children have gone out from me, and they are not. There is no one who pitches my tent again, or one who puts up my tent curtains.
21 For the shepherds have become stupid, they do not seek Yahweh. Therefore they do not have insight, and all of their flock are scattered.
22 Listen, news: Look, it is coming, a great roar from the land of the north, to make the cities of Judah a desolation, a lair of jackals.
23 I know, O Yahweh, that to the human is not his own way, nor to a person is the walking and the directing of his own step.
24 Chastise me, O Yahweh, but in moderation, not in your anger, lest you eradicate me.
25 Pour out your wrath on the nations that do not know you, and on the peoples that do not call on your name, for they have devoured Jacob, they have devoured and consumed him, and they have caused his settlement to be desolate.