Jeremías 4:21DRA

19My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

20Destruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is spoiled: suddenly are my tents spoiled, my curtains in a moment.

21How long shall I see the standard, hear the sound of the trumpet?

22For my people foolish, they have not known me; they sottish children, and they have none understanding: they wise to do evil, but to do good they have no knowledge.

23I beheld the earth, and, lo, without form, and void; and the heavens, and they no light.