19 O my intestines, my intestines! I am in severe pains in the walls of my heart.+ My heart is boisterous within me.+ I cannot keep silent, for the sound of the horn is what my soul has heard, the alarm signal of war.+

17 “And you must say to them this word, ‘Let my eyes run down with tears night and day and let them not keep still,+ for with a great crash the virgin daughter of my people has been broken,+ with an extremely sickish stroke.+