Leeser(i)
19 My bowels, my bowels! I am shaken, at the very chambers of my heart; my heart beateth tumultuously in me; I cannot remain silent; because the sound of the cornet hast thou heard, O my soul, the alarm of war.
20 Ruin upon ruin is called out; for the whole land is wasted: suddenly are my tents wasted, and in a moment, my curtains.
21 How long shall I see the standard, hear the sound of the cornet?
22 “Because my people is foolish, me have they not known; sottish children are they, and they have not any understanding: wise are they to do evil, but how to do good they do not know.”
23 I look at the earth, and, lo, it is without form and void; and toward the heavens, and their light is gone.
24 I look at the mountains, and, lo, they tremble, and all the hills are moved.
25 I look, and, lo, there is no man, and all the birds of the heavens are fled.
26 I look, and, lo, the fruitful country is a wilderness, and all its cities are laid waste at the presence of the Lord, because of the fierceness of his anger.