“Who will have pity(A) on you, Jerusalem?
    Who will mourn for you?
    Who will stop to ask how you are?
You have rejected(B) me,” declares the Lord.
    “You keep on backsliding.
So I will reach out(C) and destroy you;
    I am tired of holding back.(D)
I will winnow(E) them with a winnowing fork
    at the city gates of the land.
I will bring bereavement(F) and destruction on my people,(G)
    for they have not changed their ways.(H)
I will make their widows(I) more numerous
    than the sand of the sea.
At midday I will bring a destroyer(J)
    against the mothers of their young men;
suddenly I will bring down on them
    anguish and terror.(K)
The mother of seven will grow faint(L)
    and breathe her last.(M)
Her sun will set while it is still day;
    she will be disgraced(N) and humiliated.
I will put the survivors to the sword(O)
    before their enemies,”(P)
declares the Lord.

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Who will have pity on you, Jerusalem?(A)
Who will show sympathy toward you?(B)
Who will turn aside
to ask about your well-being?
You have left me.”(C)
This is the Lord’s declaration.
“You have turned your back,
so I have stretched out my hand against you
and destroyed you.
I am tired(D) of showing compassion.
I scattered them with a winnowing fork
at the city gates of the land.
I made them childless; I destroyed my people.
They would not turn from their ways.(E)
I made their widows more numerous
than the sand of the seas.(F)
I brought a destroyer at noon
against the mother of young men.
I suddenly released on her
agitation and terrors.
The mother of seven grew faint;(G)
she breathed her last breath.
Her sun set while it was still day;
she was ashamed and humiliated.
The rest of them I will give over to the sword
in the presence of their enemies.”
This is the Lord’s declaration.

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For who shall have pity upon thee, O Jerusalem? or who shall bemoan thee? or who shall go aside to ask how thou doest?

Thou hast forsaken me, saith the Lord, thou art gone backward: therefore will I stretch out my hand against thee, and destroy thee; I am weary with repenting.

And I will fan them with a fan in the gates of the land; I will bereave them of children, I will destroy my people since they return not from their ways.

Their widows are increased to me above the sand of the seas: I have brought upon them against the mother of the young men a spoiler at noonday: I have caused him to fall upon it suddenly, and terrors upon the city.

She that hath borne seven languisheth: she hath given up the ghost; her sun is gone down while it was yet day: she hath been ashamed and confounded: and the residue of them will I deliver to the sword before their enemies, saith the Lord.

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