[19] My bowels, I am pained at my very heart; maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war. [20] Destruction is cried; for the whole land is spoiled: suddenly are my tents spoiled, and my curtains in a moment. [21] How long shall I see the standard, and hear the sound of the trumpet? [22] For my people is foolish, they have not known me; they are sottish children, and they have none understanding: they are wise to do evil, but to do good they have no knowledge.