Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, shall they carry away over the brook of the willows.
Wherefore my heart soundeth like a harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kir-heres.
My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I cannot hold my peace; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
Behold, O Jehovah; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.