18 For thus says the Lord:Now, at this timeI will sling away the inhabitants of the land;I will hem them in,that they may be taken.
19 Woe is me! I am undone,my wound is beyond healing.Yet I had thought:if I make light of my sickness, I can bear it.
20 My tent is ruined,all its cords are severed.My children have left me, they are no more:no one to pitch my tent,no one to raise its curtains.
21 How stupid are the shepherds!The Lord they have not sought;For this reason they have failed,and all their flocks scattered.
22 Listen! a rumor! here it comes,a great commotion from the land of the north:To make the cities of Judah a desolation,the haunt of jackals.
23 I know, Lord,that no one chooses their way,Nor determines their coursenor directs their own step.
24 Correct me, Lord, but with equity,not in anger, lest you diminish me.