Concerning the prophets: My heart is broken within me, all my bones tremble; I am like a drunk, like one overcome by wine, Because of the Lord, because of his holy words.
My body! my body! how I writhe! The walls of my heart! My heart beats wildly, I cannot be still; For I myself have heard the blast of the horn, the battle cry.
I hear, and my body trembles; at the sound, my lips quiver. Decay invades my bones, my legs tremble beneath me. I await the day of distress that will come upon the people who attack us.