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.
My bowels, my bowels! The prophet suddenly assumes the language of the Jewish state personified, lamenting its affliction (Jeremiah 10:19-20; Jeremiah 9:1; Jeremiah 9:10; Isaiah 15:5. So the Antitype of all the prophets, Luke 19:41).
At my heart - Hebrew, at the walls of my heart the muscles round the heart. There is a climax, the "bowels," the pericardium, the "heart" itself.
Maketh a noise - moaneth (Henderson).
Alarm of war - the battle-shout.