Eternal One: Look, I will pitch out these people who live in the land of promise.
        Now is the time for Me to bring hardship on them, so they may be found.

¹⁹ When I think of what is about to happen,
    I can’t begin to express my hurt; the wound is so deep, so painful.
But I keep telling myself,
    “This sickness is mine to bear.”
²⁰ Like a tent, my nation has collapsed, all the ropes cut apart.
    My sons are gone,
And there is no one left to help me put things back together.
    So I am exposed, with no tent and no shelter.