19. Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it.
20. My tent is spoiled, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth of me, and they are not: there is none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
21. For the shepherds are become brutish, and have not inquired of the LORD: therefore they have not prospered, and all their flocks are scattered.
22. The voice of a rumour, behold it cometh, and a great commotion out of the north country, to make the cities of Judah a desolation, a dwelling place of jackals.
23. O LORD, I know that the way of man is not in himself: it is not in man that walketh to direct his steps.