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18 Thy heart doth meditate terror, Where [is] he who is counting? Where [is] he who is weighing? Where [is] he who is counting the towers?

19 The strong people thou seest not, A people deeper of lip than to be understood, Of a scorned tongue, there is no understanding.

20 See Zion, the city of our meetings, Thine eyes see Jerusalem a quiet habitation, A tent not taken down, Not removed are its pins for ever, And none of its cords are broken.

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18 In your thoughts you will ponder the former terror:(A)
    “Where is that chief officer?
Where is the one who took the revenue?
    Where is the officer in charge of the towers?(B)
19 You will see those arrogant people(C) no more,
    people whose speech is obscure,
    whose language is strange and incomprehensible.(D)

20 Look on Zion,(E) the city of our festivals;
    your eyes will see Jerusalem,
    a peaceful abode,(F) a tent(G) that will not be moved;(H)
its stakes will never be pulled up,
    nor any of its ropes broken.

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