17. Gather up your bundle from the land,City living under siege!
18. For thus says the Lord:Now, at this timeI will sling away the inhabitants of the land;I will hem them in,that they may be taken.
19. Woe is me! I am undone,my wound is beyond healing.Yet I had thought:if I make light of my sickness, I can bear it.
20. My tent is ruined,all its cords are severed.My children have left me, they are no more:no one to pitch my tent,no one to raise its curtains.
21. How stupid are the shepherds!The Lord they have not sought;For this reason they have failed,and all their flocks scattered.