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19 When I think of what is about to happen,
    I can’t begin to express my hurt; the wound is so deep, so painful.
But I keep telling myself,
    “This sickness is mine to bear.”
20 Like a tent, my nation has collapsed, all the ropes cut apart.
    My sons are gone,
And there is no one left to help me put things back together.
    So I am exposed, with no tent and no shelter.
21 The shepherds of my people have lost their senses;
    they never thought to ask what the Eternal would have them do.
So now they are in trouble,
    and all their flocks are scattered.

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