³ in the streets they bind on sackcloth;
    on the housetops and in the squares
    everyone wails and melts in tears.^(A)

¹⁹ My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain!
    Oh, the walls of my heart!
My heart is beating wildly;
    I cannot keep silent,
for I^[a] hear the sound of the trumpet,
    the alarm of war.^(A)