In reference to the prophets: Broken hath been my heart in my midst, Fluttered have all my bones, I have been as a man--a drunkard, And as a man--wine hath passed over him, Because of Jehovah, and of His holy words.
My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at the walls of my heart, Make a noise for me doth My heart, I am not silent, For the voice of a trumpet I have heard, O my soul--a shout of battle!
I have heard, and my belly trembleth, At the noise have my lips quivered, Rottenness doth come into my bones, And in my place I do tremble, That I rest for a day of distress, At the coming up of the people, he overcometh it.