19. Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous, but I said, Truly this is my sickness, and I must bear it.
20. My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken: my sons were taken from me, and they are lost; there is no one to stretch forth my tent any more and to set up my curtains.
21. For the pastors are become carnal and have not sought the Lord; therefore they did not understand, and all their flocks scattered.
22. Behold, the voice of the rumour is come, and a great commotion out of the land of the north wind to make the cities of Judah desolate and a den of dragons.
23. O Lord, I know that man is not the lord of his own way: it is not in man that walks to order his steps.