18. Your way and your doings have procured these things unto you; this is your wickedness, because it is bitter, because it reaches unto your heart.
19. My soul, my soul! I am pained at 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 are my tents plundered, and my curtains in a moment.
21. How long shall I see the standard, and hear the sound of the trumpet?
22. For my people are foolish, they have not known me; they are stupid children, and they have no understanding: they are wise to do evil, but how to do good they have no knowledge.
23. I beheld the earth, and, lo, it was without form, and void; and the heavens, and they had no light.