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.

My bowels,ª my bowels!ª I am painedª²°°° at my veryª heart;ª my heartª maketh a noiseª° in me; I cannot¹ hold my peace,ª° because¹ thou hast heard,ª° O my soul,ª the soundª of the trumpet,ª the alarmª of war.ª

My bowels,ª my bowels,ª I am painedª²°°° at my veryª heart,ª my heartª maketh a noiseª° in mee, I cannot¹ hold my peace,ª° because¹ thou hast heard,ª° O my soule,ª the soundª of the Trumpet,ª the alarmeª of warre.ª

I am pained in my bowels, my bowels, and the sensitive powers of my heart; my soul is in great commotion, my heart is torn: I will not be silent, for my soul has heard the sound of a trumpet, the cry of war, and of distress: it calls on destruction;

My bowels,ª my bowels!ª I am painedª²°°° at my veryª heart;ª my heartª maketh a noiseª° in me; I cannot¹ hold my peace,ª° because¹ thou hast heard,ª° O my soul,ª the soundª of the trumpet,ª the alarmª of war.ª

mëay mëay *ächûläh [ôchiyläh] qiyrôt liBiy homeh-Liy liBiy lo acháriysh Kiy qôl shôfär *shäma'Tiy [shämaaT'] naf'shiy T'rûat mil'chämäh