¹⁹ Alas, how am I hurt? Alas, how painful are my scourges unto me? For I consider this sorrow by myself, and I must suffer it. ²⁰ My tabernacle is destroyed, and all my cords are broken. My children are gone from me, and can nowhere be found. Now have I none to spread out my tent, or to set up my hangings. ²¹ For the herdsmen have done foolishly, that they have not sought the LORD. Therefore have they dealt unwisely with their cattle, and all are scattered abroad. ²² Behold, the noise is hard at hand, and great sedition out of the north: to make the cities of Judah a wilderness, and a dwelling place for dragons.

²³ Now I know, O LORD, that it is not in man's power to order his own ways, or to rule his own steps and goings. ²⁴ Therefore chasten thou us, O LORD; but with favour, and not in thy wrath. Bring us not utterly to naught. ²⁵ Pour out thine indignation rather upon the Gentiles, that know thee not, and upon the people that call not on thy name: And that because they have consumed, devoured and destroyed Jacob, and have rooted out his glory.