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Gather up your wares from the land, O inhabitant of the fortress!
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For thus says the Lord: "Behold, I will throw out at this time The inhabitants of the land, And will distress them, That they may find it so."
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Woe is me for my hurt! My wound is severe. But I say, "Truly this is an infirmity, And I must bear it."
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My tent is plundered, And all my cords are broken; My children have gone from me, And they are no more. There is no one to pitch my tent anymore, Or set up my curtains.
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For the shepherds have become dull-hearted, And have not sought the Lord; Therefore they shall not prosper, And all their flocks shall be scattered.
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Behold, the noise of the report has come, And a great commotion out of the north country, To make the cities of Judah desolate, a den of jackals.
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O Lord, I know the way of man is not in himself; It is not in man who walks to direct his own steps.
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O Lord, correct me, but with justice; Not in Your anger, lest You bring me to nothing.
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Pour out Your fury on the Gentiles, who do not know You, And on the families who do not call on Your name; For they have eaten up Jacob, Devoured him and consumed him, And made his dwelling place desolate.