Verse 19
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 — Here begins the complaint of the prophet.
My heart — Is disturbed within me.
Because — I have heard in the spirit of prophecy; it is as certain, as if I now heard the trumpet sounding.
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