ECB(i)
19 My inwards! My inwards! I writhe at the walls of my heart; my heart roars within me; I cannot hush, because you hear, O my soul, the voice of the shophar - the blast of war.
20 Breech upon breech is called out; for the whole land is ravaged: suddenly my tents are ravaged - and my curtains in a blink.
21 Until when see I the ensign and hear the voice of the shophar?