19 My inward parts, my insides!

≈ I writhe with chest pains.

≈ My heart is pounding—I won’t stay silent,

→ because my soul, you hear the sound of the trumpet—an alarm for battle.

20 Destruction followed by more destruction has been proclaimed,

≈ because all the land has been devastated.

Suddenly my tents are devastated—

≈ my tent fabrics gone in a moment.

21 How long do I have to watch the enemy’s banner for?

How long will that trumpet sound go on for?

22 Yes, my people are foolish—they don’t know me.

≈ They’re like stupid children who don’t understand anything.

They’ve very clever at doing what’s evil

≈ and they don’t know how to do what’s good.