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I will bring trouble to Ariel. She will be a city of sorrow and crying. She will be like an altar covered with blood to me. I will camp against you, all around you. And I will build battle walls against you, and towers from which to fight you. Then you will be brought low. From the earth you will speak. Your words will come from the dust. Your voice will be like that of a spirit from the ground. Your quiet speaking will come from the dust.

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