My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
Destruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is spoiled: suddenly are my tents spoiled, and
my curtains in a moment.
How long shall I see the standard, and
hear the sound of the trumpet?
For my people is
foolish, they have not known me; they are
sottish children, and they have none understanding: they are
wise to do evil, but to do good they have no knowledge.
I beheld the earth, and, lo, it was
without form, and void; and the heavens, and they had
I beheld the mountains, and, lo, they trembled, and all the hills moved lightly.
I beheld, and, lo, there was
no man, and all the birds of the heavens were fled.
I beheld, and, lo, the fruitful place was
a wilderness, and all the cities thereof were broken down at the presence of the LORD, and
by his fierce anger.
For thus hath the LORD said, The whole land shall be desolate; yet will I not make a full end.