19Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
20My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth from me, and they are not: there is none to spread my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
21For the shepherds are become brutish, and have not inquired of Jehovah: therefore they have not prospered, and all their flocks are scattered.
22The voice of tidings, behold, it cometh, and a great commotion out of the north country, to make the cities of Judah a desolation, a dwelling-place of jackals.
23O Jehovah, I know that the way of man is not in himself: it is not in man that walketh to direct his steps.
24O Jehovah, correct me, but in measure: not in thine anger, lest thou bring me to nothing.
25Pour out thy wrath upon the nations that know thee not, and upon the families that call not on thy name: for they have devoured Jacob, yea, they have devoured him and consumed him, and have laid waste his habitation.
