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.

My bowels, my bowels! The prophet suddenly assumes the language of the Jewish state personified, lamenting its affliction (Jeremiah 10:19; ; ; . So the Antitype of all the prophets, ).

At my heart - Hebrew, at the walls of my heart the muscles round the heart. There is a climax, the "bowels," the pericardium, the "heart" itself.

Maketh a noise - moaneth (Henderson).

Alarm of war - the battle-shout.

Continues after advertising
Continues after advertising