Thomson(i)
4 How long shall the land mourn, and all the grass of the field be withered, for the wickedness of them who dwell therein? The cattle and fowls are vanished; because they said, God will not regard our ways.
5 [J] Thy feet run and fail thee: what preparation canst thou make, for horses? In thy land of peace hast thou been se [j cure? how wilt thou act at the swelling of Jordan?
6 since even thy brethren and the house of thy father have dealt perfidiously with thee; when they have raised the cry of war; have assembled in pursuit of thee, wilt thou trust them, because they speak thee fair?
7 I have forsaken my house, I have abandoned my heritage, I have given the beloved of my soul into the hands of her enemies.
8 My heritage became to me like a lion in a forest; against me it roared; therefore I hated it.