My bowels, my bowels! I convulse in pain. O walls of my heart! My heart is restless within me; I cannot be silent because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the ram's horn, the alarm of war.

How long shall I see the banner and hear the sound of the ram's horn?

O sons of Benjamin, take refuge out of the midst of Jerusalem. And blow the ram's horn in Tekoa, and set up a signal-fire over Beth-haccerem; for evil appears out of the north, and great ruin.

Also I set watchmen over you, saying, Listen to the sound of the ram's horn. But they said, We will not listen.

The horn of Moab is cut off, and his arm is broken, says Jehovah.