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18 For thus saith the Lord: “Behold, I will sling out the inhabitants of the land this once, and will distress them, that they may find it so.”

19 Woe is me for my hurt! My wound is grievous; but I said, “Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.”

20 My tabernacle is despoiled, and all my cords are broken; my children are gone forth from me, and they are no more; there is none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.

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