³ In the streets they wear sackcloth;^(A)
    on the roofs^(B) and in the public squares^(C)
they all wail,^(D)
    prostrate with weeping.^(E)

¹⁹ Oh, my anguish, my anguish!^(A)
    I writhe in pain.^(B)
Oh, the agony of my heart!
    My heart pounds^(C) within me,
    I cannot keep silent.^(D)
For I have heard the sound of the trumpet;^(E)
    I have heard the battle cry.^(F)