My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I cannot hold my peace; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
As oft as the trumpet {\i soundeth} he saith, Aha!\par\tab And he smelleth the battle afar off,\par\tab The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.\par
I hearkened and heard, but they spake not aright: no man repenteth him of his wickedness, saying, What have I done? every one turneth to his course, as a horse that rusheth headlong in the battle.