LXX2012(i)
19 I am pained in my bowels, my bowels, and the sensitive powers of my heart; my soul is in great commotion, my heart is torn: I will not be silent, for my soul has heard the sound of a trumpet, the cry of war, and of distress: it calls on destruction;
20 for all the land is distressed: suddenly [my] tabernacle is distressed, my curtains have been tore asunder.
21 How long shall I see fugitives, and hear the sound of the trumpet?