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11 They have made it a mournful waste,
    desolate before me,
Desolate, the whole land,
    because no one takes it to heart.
12 Upon every height in the wilderness
    marauders have appeared.
The Lord has a sword that consumes
    the land from end to end:
    no peace for any living thing.(A)
13 They have sown wheat and reaped thorns,
    they have tired themselves out for no purpose;
They are shamed by their harvest,
    the burning anger of the Lord.

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11 It will be made a wasteland,(A)
    parched and desolate before me;(B)
the whole land will be laid waste
    because there is no one who cares.
12 Over all the barren heights in the desert
    destroyers will swarm,
for the sword(C) of the Lord(D) will devour(E)
    from one end of the land to the other;(F)
    no one will be safe.(G)
13 They will sow wheat but reap thorns;
    they will wear themselves out but gain nothing.(H)
They will bear the shame of their harvest
    because of the Lord’s fierce anger.”(I)

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