18 For this is what the Lord says:
    ‘At this time I will hurl out
    those who live in this land;
I will bring distress on them
    so that they may be captured.’

19 Woe to me because of my injury!
    My wound is incurable!
Yet I said to myself,
    ‘This is my sickness, and I must endure it.’
20 My tent is destroyed;
    all its ropes are snapped.
My children are gone from me and are no more;
    no one is left now to pitch my tent
    or to set up my shelter.

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