My 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.
How long shall I see the standard, and hear the sound of the trumpet?
And they departed, and dwelt in the habitation of Chimham, which is by Bethlehem, to go to enter into Egypt,