Jeremiah 4:19-21

The Voice

¹⁹ I’ve got this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. I’m in agony.
    Every beat of my heart pounds with an awful dread.
I can’t stay silent, for I know what is coming—
    oh my soul, there it is: the blast of the trumpet;
The battle cries of the invading hoards.
²⁰ Crushing defeat after crushing defeat. That’s the news.
    The land is in ruins, all of it.
In an instant, my world changed;
    in a moment, my tents destroyed, my curtains torn, my refuge gone.
²¹ How long must I see the flags of the enemy?
    How long must I be forced to hear the trumpets sound?