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Mine heritage is unto me as a speckled bird,
the birds round about are against her;
come ye, assemble all the beasts of the field, come to devour.
10 Many pastors 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 desolate,
and being desolate it mourneth unto me;
the whole land is made desolate,
because no man layeth it to heart.

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Has not my inheritance become to me
    like a speckled bird of prey
    that other birds of prey surround and attack?
Go and gather all the wild beasts;
    bring them to devour.(A)
10 Many shepherds(B) will ruin my vineyard
    and trample down my field;
they will turn my pleasant field
    into a desolate wasteland.(C)
11 It will be made a wasteland,(D)
    parched and desolate before me;(E)
the whole land will be laid waste
    because there is no one who cares.

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