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18     For thus says the Lord:
Now, at this time
    I will sling away the inhabitants of the land;
I will hem them in,
    that they may be taken.
19 Woe is me! I am undone,
    my wound is beyond healing.
Yet I had thought:
    if I make light of my sickness, I can bear it.
20 My tent is ruined,
    all its cords are severed.
My children have left me, they are no more:
    no one to pitch my tent,
    no one to raise its curtains.(A)

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