Woe to me because of my injury! My wound1 is incurable! Yet I said to myself, "This is my sickness, and I must endure2 it."
My tent3 is destroyed; all its ropes are snapped. My sons are gone from me and are no more;4 no one is left now to pitch my tent or to set up my shelter.
The shepherds5 are senseless6 and do not inquire of the LORD;7 so they do not prosper8 and all their flock is scattered.922
Listen! The report is coming-- a great commotion from the land of the north!10 It will make the towns of Judah desolate,11 a haunt of jackals.12
I know, O LORD, that a man's life is not his own; it is not for man to direct his steps.1324
Correct me, LORD, but only with justice-- not in your anger,14 lest you reduce me to nothing.151625
Pour out your wrath on the nations17 that do not acknowledge you, on the peoples who do not call on your name.18 For they have devoured19 Jacob; they have devoured him completely and destroyed his homeland.20