My tent1 is destroyed; all its ropes are snapped. My sons are gone from me and are no more;2 no one is left now to pitch my tent or to set up my shelter.
The shepherds3 are senseless4 and do not inquire of the LORD;5 so they do not prosper6 and all their flock is scattered.722
Listen! The report is coming-- a great commotion from the land of the north!8 It will make the towns of Judah desolate,9 a haunt of jackals.10
I know, O LORD, that a man's life is not his own; it is not for man to direct his steps.1124
Correct me, LORD, but only with justice-- not in your anger,12 lest you reduce me to nothing.131425
Pour out your wrath on the nations15 that do not acknowledge you, on the peoples who do not call on your name.16 For they have devoured17 Jacob; they have devoured him completely and destroyed his homeland.18