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11 They have made it desolate; I hear its mournful cry. The whole land is desolate and no one cares. 12 Destroying armies plunder the land; the sword of the Lord devours from one end of the nation to the other; nothing shall escape. 13 My people have sown wheat but reaped thorns; they have worked hard, but it does them no good. They shall harvest a crop of shame, for the fierce anger of the Lord is upon them.

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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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