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18 Your conduct, your deeds, have done this to you;
    how bitter is this evil of yours,
    how it reaches to your very heart!(A)
19 My body! my body! how I writhe![a]
    The walls of my heart!
My heart beats wildly,
    I cannot be still;
For I myself have heard the blast of the horn,
    the battle cry.
20 Ruin upon ruin is reported;
    the whole land is laid waste.
In an instant my tents are ravaged;
    in a flash, my shelters.(B)

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Footnotes

  1. 4:19–21 Probably the prophet’s own anguish at the coming destruction of Judah.