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.
25 Pour out your wrath on the nations that do not know you,on the tribes that do not call your name;For they have utterly devoured Jacob,and laid waste his home.