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The land mourns; it languishes.
    Lebanon feels abashed; it withers.
Sharon is like the desert,
    and Bashan and Carmel are losing their leaves.[a]
10 “Now I will arise,” says Yahweh.
    “Now I will lift myself up proudly;
    now I will raise myself.
11 You conceive dry grass, you bring forth stubble;
    your breath is a fire; it will consume you.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 33:9 Literally “shaking off”