17. Pick up your bundle from the ground, You who dwell under siege!
18. For thus says the Lord, "Behold, I am slinging out the inhabitants of the land At this time, And will cause them distress, That they may be found."
19. Woe is me, because of my injury! My wound is incurable. But I said, "Truly this is a sickness, And I must bear it."
20. My tent is destroyed, And all my ropes are broken; My sons have gone from me and are no more. There is no one to stretch out my tent again Or to set up my curtains.
21. For the shepherds have become stupid And have not sought the Lord; Therefore they have not prospered, And all their flock is scattered.
22. The sound of a report! Behold, it comes- A great commotion out of the land of the north- To make the cities of Judah A desolation, a haunt of jackals.
23. I know, O Lord, that a man's way is not in himself, Nor is it in a man who walks to direct his steps.
24. Correct me, O Lord, but with justice; Not with Your anger, or You will bring me to nothing.
25. Pour out Your wrath on the nations that do not know You And on the families that do not call Your name; For they have devoured Jacob; They have devoured him and consumed him And have laid waste his habitation.