¹⁹ O my ^(A)soul, my soul!
I am pained in my very heart!
My heart makes a noise in me;
I cannot hold my peace,
Because you have heard, O my soul,
The sound of the trumpet,
The alarm of war.
^20 (B)Destruction upon destruction is cried,
For the whole land is plundered.
Suddenly ^(C)my tents are plundered,
And my curtains in a moment.
²¹ How long will I see the ^[a]standard,
And hear the sound of the trumpet?