19 My body! my body! how I writhe!The walls of my heart!My heart beats wildly,I cannot be still;For I myself have heard the blast of the horn,the battle cry.
20 Ruin upon ruin is reported;the whole land is laid waste.In an instant my tents are ravaged;in a flash, my shelters.
21 How long must I see the signal,hear the blast of the horn!
22 My people are fools,they do not know me;They are senseless children,without understanding;They are wise at evil,but they do not know how to do good.
23 I looked at the earth—it was waste and void;at the heavens—their light had gone out!
24 I looked at the mountains—they were quaking!All the hills were crumbling!
25 I looked—there was no one;even the birds of the air had flown away!