19 O my intestines, my intestines! I am in severe pains in the walls of my heart.+ My heart is boisterous within me.+ I cannot keep silent, for the sound of the horn is what my soul has heard, the alarm signal of war.+

22 Let a cry be heard out of their houses, when you bring upon them suddenly a marauder band.+ For they have excavated a pit to capture me, and traps they have hid for my feet.+

16 a day of horn* and of alarm signal,+ against the fortified cities and against the high corner towers.+