• Jeremiah 4:19

    My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my veryc 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.

  • Jeremiah 4:20

    Destruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is spoiled: suddenly are my tents spoiled, and my curtains in a moment.

  • Jeremiah 4:21

    How long shall I see the standard, and hear the sound of the trumpet?

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