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Is my heritage to me as a speckled bird of prey?
    Are the birds of prey against her all around?
Go, assemble all the animals of the field.
    Bring them to devour.
10 Many shepherds have destroyed my vineyard.
    They have trodden my portion under foot.
    They have made my pleasant portion a desolate wilderness.
11 They have made it a desolation.
    It mourns to me, being desolate.
The whole land is made desolate,
    because no one cares.

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