19. Woe to me because of my injury!My wound is incurable!Yet I said to myself,‘This is my sickness, and I must endure it.’
20. My tent is destroyed;all its ropes are snapped.My children are gone from me and are no more;no one is left now to pitch my tentor to set up my shelter.
21. The shepherds are senselessand do not enquire of the Lord;so they do not prosperand all their flock is scattered.
22. Listen! The report is coming –a great commotion from the land of the north!It will make the towns of Judah desolate,a haunt of jackals.