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.
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Gill's Exposition
My bowels, my bowels,.... These are either the words of the people, unto whose heart the calamity reached, as in the preceding verse; or rather of the prophet, who either, from a sympathizing heart,…
Barnes' Notes
The verse is best translated as a series of ejaculations, in which the people express their grief at the ravages committed by the enemy: “My bowels! My bowels!” I writhe in pain! The walls of my…
The prophet is here in an agony, and cries out like one upon the rack of pain with some acute distemper, or as a woman in travail. The expressions are very pathetic and moving, enough to melt a heart…
The prophet is racked with grief at the noise of war and the thought of its horrors and all through the mad folly of his people.
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