Jeremiah 4:19-20

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 very...: Heb. the walls of my heart} Destruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is spoiled: suddenly are my tents spoiled, {and} my curtains in a moment.