JuliaSmith(i)
19 Wo to me for my breaking! my blow was sickly; and I said, Surely this a sickness, and I will bear it.
20 My tent was laid waste, and all my cords were broken: my sons went forth from me, and they are not: none stretched forth my tent any more, and the place of my curtains.
21 For the shepherds were brutish, and they sought not Jehovah: for this they considered not, and all their flock was scattered.
22 Behold, a voice of tidings coming, and a great shaking from the land of the north, to set the cities of Judah a desolation, a dwelling of jackals.