My tabernacle is spoiled, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth of me, and they are
not: there is
none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
For the pastors are become brutish, and have not sought the LORD: therefore they shall not prosper, and all their flocks shall be scattered.
Behold, the noise of the bruit is come, and a great commotion out of the north country, to make the cities of Judah desolate, and
a den of dragons.
O LORD, I know that the way of man is
not in himself: it is
not in man that walketh to direct his steps.