Jeremiah 4:19-21. 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 has heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war. Destruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is spoiled: suddenly are my tents spoiled, and my curtains in a moment. How long shall I see the standard, and hear the sound of the trumpet?
The dreadful blast of war, the blood-red flag of murder, flying through the land, while the Chaldeans slew right and left, young and old - we want to put ourselves into Jeremiah’s position to be able to realize the horror of this case.
Jeremiah 4:19-21. 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 has heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war. Destruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is spoiled: suddenly are my tents spoiled, and my curtains in a moment. How long shall I see the standard, and hear the sound of the trumpet?
The dreadful blast of war, the blood-red flag of murder, flying through the land, while the Chaldeans slew right and left, young and old - we want to put ourselves into Jeremiah’s position to be able to realize the horror of this case.