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Woe to you, Moab! You are destroyed, people of Chemosh! He has given up his sons as fugitives and his daughters as captives to Sihon king of the Amorites.
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If I am guilty—woe to me! Even if I am innocent, I cannot lift my head, for I am full of shame and drowned in my affliction.
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Many are the woes of the wicked, but the Lord’s unfailing love surrounds the one who trusts in him.
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Woe to me that I dwell in Meshek, that I live among the tents of Kedar!
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Saying 19
Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has strife? Who has complaints? Who has needless bruises? Who has bloodshot eyes?
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Woe to the land whose king was a servant and whose princes feast in the morning.
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Woe to the sinful nation, a people whose guilt is great, a brood of evildoers, children given to corruption! They have forsaken the Lord; they have spurned the Holy One of Israel and turned their backs on him.
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The look on their faces testifies against them; they parade their sin like Sodom; they do not hide it. Woe to them! They have brought disaster upon themselves.
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Woe to the wicked! Disaster is upon them! They will be paid back for what their hands have done.
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Woes and Judgments
Woe to you who add house to house and join field to field till no space is left and you live alone in the land.
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Woe to those who rise early in the morning to run after their drinks, who stay up late at night till they are inflamed with wine.
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Woe to those who draw sin along with cords of deceit, and wickedness as with cart ropes,
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Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter.
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Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes and clever in their own sight.
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Woe to those who are heroes at drinking wine and champions at mixing drinks,
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“Woe to me!” I cried. “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the Lord Almighty.”
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Woe to those who make unjust laws, to those who issue oppressive decrees,
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God’s Judgment on Assyria
“Woe to the Assyrian, the rod of my anger, in whose hand is the club of my wrath!
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Woe to the many nations that rage— they rage like the raging sea! Woe to the peoples who roar— they roar like the roaring of great waters!
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A Prophecy Against Cush
Woe to the land of whirring wings along the rivers of Cush,
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From the ends of the earth we hear singing: “Glory to the Righteous One.” But I said, “I waste away, I waste away! Woe to me! The treacherous betray! With treachery the treacherous betray!”
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Woe to the Leaders of Ephraim and Judah
Woe to that wreath, the pride of Ephraim’s drunkards, to the fading flower, his glorious beauty, set on the head of a fertile valley— to that city, the pride of those laid low by wine!
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Woe to David’s City
Woe to you, Ariel, Ariel, the city where David settled! Add year to year and let your cycle of festivals go on.
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Woe to those who go to great depths to hide their plans from the Lord, who do their work in darkness and think, “Who sees us? Who will know?”
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Woe to the Obstinate Nation
“Woe to the obstinate children,” declares the Lord, “to those who carry out plans that are not mine, forming an alliance, but not by my Spirit, heaping sin upon sin;
