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 insides are hurting so much! My heart is racing; it's making loud noises inside me. I can't stay quiet because you, my soul, have heard the sound of a trumpet, signaling the start of a battle.