18. Thy way and thy doings have procured these things unto thee; this is thy wickedness; for it is bitter, for it reacheth unto thine heart.
19. My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I cannot hold my peace; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
20. Destruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is spoiled: suddenly are my tents spoiled, and my curtains in a moment.
21. How long shall I see the standard, and hear the sound of the trumpet?
22. For my people is foolish, they know me not; they are sottish children, and they have none understanding: they are wise to do evil, but to do good they have no knowledge.
23. I beheld the earth, and, lo, it was waste and void; and the heavens, and they had no light.
24. I beheld the mountains, and, lo, they trembled, and all the hills moved to and fro.