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My 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 her.

10 Many pastors have destroyed my vineyard; they have trodden my heritage under foot; they have made my precious heritage a desolate wilderness.

11 They have made it desolate; it cries against me, desolate; the whole land was made desolate because there was no man that would see.

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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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