The torn tent

19Woe is me because of my brokenness; my wound is grievous. But I said, “Surely this is my sickness, and I must bear it.”

20My tent is destroyed, and all my ropes are torn away. My sons have gone from me, and they are no more. There is no one left to stretch out my tent again and set up my curtains.

21For the shepherds have become stupid, and they have not sought Yahweh; therefore they have not acted wisely, and all their flock is scattered.

22The sound of a report—look, it is coming!—a great commotion from the land of the north, to make the cities of Judah a desolation, a haunt of jackals.