19My soul, my soul! I am pained to my inmost heart; my heart is troubled in me; I am not able to be quiet, because the sound of the horn, the note of war, has come to my ears.
20News is given of destruction on destruction; all the land is made waste: suddenly my tents, straight away my curtains, are made waste.
21How long will I go on seeing the flag and hearing the sound of the war-horn?
22For my people are foolish, they have no knowledge of me; they are evil-minded children, without sense, all of them: they are wise in evil-doing, but have no knowledge of doing good.
23Looking at the earth, I saw that it was waste and without form; and to the heavens, that they had no light.
24Looking at the mountains, I saw them shaking, and all the hills were moved about.
25Looking, I saw that there was no man, and all the birds of heaven had gone in flight.
