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)

¹⁹ Woe to me because of my injury!
    My wound^(A) is incurable!
Yet I said to myself,
    “This is my sickness, and I must endure^(B) it.”
²⁰ My tent^(C) is destroyed;
    all its ropes are snapped.
My children are gone from me and are no more;^(D)
    no one is left now to pitch my tent
    or to set up my shelter.

My heart^(A) is broken within me;
    all my bones tremble.^(B)
I am like a drunken man,
    like a strong man overcome by wine,
because of the Lord
    and his holy words.^(C)