19 O my 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 Destruction upon destruction is cried,
For the whole land is plundered.
Suddenly 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?
22 “For My people are foolish,
They have not known Me.
They are [b]silly children,
And they have no understanding.
They are wise to do evil,
But to do good they have no knowledge.”
