20:7 Lord, you coerced me into being a prophet,
and I allowed you to do it.
You overcame my resistance and prevailed over me.
Now I have become a constant laughingstock.
Everyone ridicules me.
20:8 For whenever I prophesy,
“Violence and destruction are coming!”
This message from the Lord
an object of continual insults and derision.
20:9 Sometimes I think, “I will make no mention of his message.
I will not speak as his messenger
But then
locked up inside of me, burning in my heart and soul.
I grow weary of trying to hold it in;
I cannot contain it.