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11     They’ve left it a wasteland.
        Devastated, it mourns in my presence.
        The whole land is destroyed,
            but no one takes this to heart.
12 Looters swarm all over the bare hills in the desert.
    The Lord’s sword destroys them
        from one end of the land to the other.
            No one will be safe.
13 My people planted wheat, but they harvested thorns.
They worked until they became sick, but they gained nothing by it.
    They were disappointed by their harvests
        because of the burning anger of the Lord.

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