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    For thus says the Lord of hosts:
Hew down her trees,
    throw up a siege mound against Jerusalem.
Woe to the city marked for punishment;
    there is nothing but oppression within her!(A)
As a well keeps its waters fresh,
    so she keeps fresh her wickedness.
Violence and destruction resound in her;
    ever before me are wounds and blows.(B)
Be warned, Jerusalem,
    or I will be estranged from you,
And I will turn you into a wilderness,
    a land where no one dwells.

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