19 ^aWoe is me for my hurt!
My wound is severe.
But I say, ^b“Truly this is an infirmity,
And ^cI must bear it.” ‡

20 ^aMy tent is plundered,
And all my cords are broken;
My children have gone from me,
And they are ^bno more.
There is no one to pitch my tent anymore,
Or set up my curtains. ‡

22 Behold, the noise of the report has come,
And a great commotion out of the ^anorth country,
To make the cities of Judah desolate, a ^bden of jackals. ‡

23 O Lord, I know the ^away of man is not in himself;
It is not in man who walks to direct his own steps. ‡