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29 Rejoice not thou, whole Palestina,
because the rod of him that smote thee is broken:
for out of the serpent’s root shall come forth a cockatrice,
and his fruit shall be a fiery flying serpent.
30 And the firstborn of the poor shall feed,
and the needy shall lie down in safety:
and I will kill thy root with famine,
and he shall slay thy remnant.
31 Howl, O gate; cry, O city;
thou, whole Palestina, art dissolved:
for there shall come from the north a smoke,
and none shall be alone in his appointed times.

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