²⁷ The churning inside me never stops;^(A)
    days of suffering confront me.^(B)

¹¹ My heart laments for Moab^(A) like a harp,^(B)
    my inmost being^(C) for Kir Hareseth.

¹⁹ Oh, my anguish, my anguish!^(A)
    I writhe in pain.^(B)
Oh, the agony of my heart!
    My heart pounds^(C) within me,
    I cannot keep silent.^(D)
For I have heard the sound of the trumpet;^(E)
    I have heard the battle cry.^(F)

²⁰ Is not Ephraim my dear son,
    the child^(A) in whom I delight?
Though I often speak against him,
    I still remember^(B) him.
Therefore my heart yearns for him;
    I have great compassion^(C) for him,”
declares the Lord.