¹⁸ For thus saith the Lord: “Behold, I will sling out the inhabitants of the land this once, and will distress them, that they may find it so.”

¹⁹ Woe is me for my hurt! My wound is grievous; but I said, “Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.”

²⁰ My tabernacle is despoiled, and all my cords are broken; my children are gone forth from me, and they are no more; there is none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.