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Sorrow for a Doomed Nation

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)

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Footnotes

  1. 4.19 Or for you, O my soul,

14 They have blown the horn and made everything ready,
    but no one goes to battle,
    for my wrath is upon all their multitude.

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Is a trumpet blown in a city,
    and the people are not afraid?
Does disaster befall a city
    unless the Lord has done it?(A)

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