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From the sole of the foot even to the head
    there is no soundness in it.
Wounds, bruises,
    and open sores;
they have not been closed,
    nor bandaged, nor soothed with oil.

Your country is desolate,
    your cities are burned with fire;
strangers devour your land
    in your presence;
    and it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.
The daughter of Zion is left
    like a shelter in a vineyard,
like a hut in a field of melons,
    like a besieged city.

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