18. Your conduct, your deeds, have done this to you;how bitter is this evil of yours,how it reaches to your very heart!
19. My body! my body! how I writhe!The walls of my heart!My heart beats wildly,I cannot be still;For I myself have heard the blast of the horn,the battle cry.
20. Ruin upon ruin is reported;the whole land is laid waste.In an instant my tents are ravaged;in a flash, my shelters.
21. How long must I see the signal,hear the blast of the horn!