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 no more: 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 Yahweh: therefore they have not prospered, and all their flocks are scattered.
22The voice of news, behold, it comes, and a great commotion out of the north country, to make the cities of Judah a desolation, a dwelling-place of jackals.
23Yahweh, I know that the way of man is not in himself: it is not in man who walks to direct his steps.
24Yahweh, correct me, but in measure: not in your anger, lest you bring me to nothing.
25Pour out your wrath on the nations that don`t know you, and on the families that don`t call on your name: for they have devoured Jacob, yes, they have devoured him and consumed him, and have laid waste his habitation.
