17 As the keepers of a field They have been against her round about, For with Me she hath been rebellious, An affirmation of Jehovah.'
18 Thy way and thy doings have done these to thee, This 'is' thy vexation, for 'it is' bitter, For it hath struck unto thy heart.
19 My bowels, my bowels! I am pained 'at' the walls of my heart, Make a noise for me doth My heart, I am not silent, For the voice of a trumpet I have heard, O my soul -- a shout of battle!
20 Destruction on destruction is proclaimed, For spoiled hath been all the land, Suddenly spoiled have been my tents, In a moment -- my curtains.
21 Till when do I see an ensign? Do I hear the voice of a trumpet?
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