Jeremiah 4:19–21

Read down to the center, where the pattern turns; then rise back out through its mirror.

A. 19 My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
- B. 19 I am pained at my very heart; the whole land is spoiled.
- B'. 20 Suddenly are my tents spoiled, and my curtains in a moment; my heart maketh a noise in me.
A'. 19 I cannot hold my peace.

Chiasm 2 — Jeremiah 4:19–21

A. 19 because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
- B. 20 Destruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is spoiled.
- B'. 20 Suddenly are my tents spoiled, and my curtains in a moment.
A'. 21 How long shall I see the standard, and hear the sound of the trumpet?