19. My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain!Oh the walls of my heart!My heart is beating wildly;I cannot keep silent,for I hear the sound of the trumpet,the alarm of war.
20. Crash follows hard on crash;the whole land is laid waste. Suddenly my tents are laid waste,my curtains in a moment.
21. How long must I see the standardand hear the sound of the trumpet?