^19 (A)My ^[a]soul, my ^[b]soul! I am in anguish! ^[c]Oh, my heart!
My ^(B)heart is pounding in me;
I cannot keep silent,
Because, ^[d]my soul, you have heard
The ^(C)sound of the trumpet,
The alarm of war.

9 ^[a](A)Oh, that my head were waters
And my eyes a fountain of tears,
That I might weep day and night
For those slain of the ^(B)daughter of my people!

¹⁷ You will say this word to them,
‘^(A)Let my eyes stream down tears night and day,
And let them not cease;
For the virgin ^(B)daughter of my people has been crushed with a mighty blow,
With a sorely ^(C)infected wound.