“How beautiful are your tents,(A) Jacob,
    your dwelling places, Israel!

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20 My tent(A) is destroyed;
    all its ropes are snapped.
My children are gone from me and are no more;(B)
    no one is left now to pitch my tent
    or to set up my shelter.

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Like an enemy he has strung his bow;(A)
    his right hand is ready.
Like a foe he has slain
    all who were pleasing to the eye;(B)
he has poured out his wrath(C) like fire(D)
    on the tent(E) of Daughter Zion.

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