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As a fountain casteth out her waters, so she casteth out her wickedness:
violence and spoil is heard in her;
before me continually is grief and wounds.
Be thou instructed, O Jerusalem,
lest my soul depart from thee;
lest I make thee desolate, a land not inhabited.

Thus saith the Lord of hosts,
They shall throughly glean the remnant of Israel as a vine:
turn back thine hand as a grapegatherer into the baskets.

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