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17 Speak to them this word:

Let my eyes stream with tears
    night and day, without rest,
Over the great destruction which overwhelms
    the virgin daughter of my people,
    over her incurable wound.(A)
18 If I walk out into the field,
    look! those slain by the sword;
If I enter the city,
    look! victims of famine.
Both prophet and priest ply their trade
    in a land they do not know.
19 Have you really cast Judah off?
    Is Zion loathsome to you?
Why have you struck us a blow
    that cannot be healed?
We wait for peace, to no avail;
    for a time of healing, but terror comes instead.(B)

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