My tent has been destroyed, and all my cords are broken.
My children have gone away from me, and they are no more.
There is no one to spread my tent any more, to set up my curtains.
For the shepherds have become brutish, and have not inquired of the LORD.
Therefore they have not prospered, and all their flocks have scattered.
The voice of news, behold, it comes, and a great commotion out of the north country, to make the cities of Judah a desolation, a dwelling place of jackals.