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22 Thus says the Lord:

See, a people comes
    from the north country,
and a great nation will be raised
    from the remote parts of the earth.
23 They will lay hold on bow and spear;
    they are cruel and have no mercy.
Their voice roars like the sea,
    and they ride upon horses,
set in array as men for war
    against you, O daughter of Zion.

24 “We have heard the report of it;
    our hands grow feeble.
Anguish has taken hold of us,
    and pain as of a woman in labor.
25 Do not go out into the field,
    nor walk on the road.
For the sword of the enemy
    and terror is on every side.”
26 O daughter of my people, gird yourself with sackcloth
    and wallow in ashes.
Mourn as for an only son,
    a most bitter lamentation;
for the destroyer
    shall suddenly come upon us.

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