CLV(i)
19 Woe to me for my breaking, Grievous has been my smiting, And I said, Only, this [is] my sickness, and I bear it."
20 My tent has been spoiled, And all my cords have been broken, My sons have gone out from me, and they are not, There is none stretching out any more my tent, And raising up my curtains."
21 For the shepherds have become brutish, And Yahweh they have not sought, Therefore they have not acted wisely, And all their flock is scattered."
22 A voice of a report, lo, it has come, Even a great shaking from the north country, To make the cities of Judah a desolation, A habitation of dragons."