^19 (A)My ^[a]soul, my ^[b]soul! I am in anguish! ^[c]Oh, my heart!
My ^(B)heart is pounding in me;
I cannot be silent
Because ^[d]you have heard, O my soul,
The ^(C)sound of the trumpet,
The shout of war.

¹⁷ And you will say this word to them,
‘^(A)Let my eyes flow down with tears night and day,
And let them not cease,
For the virgin ^(B)daughter of my people has been shattered with a mighty shattering,
With a sorely ^(C)sick wound.