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My heart pounds; convulsions overpower me.
    He has turned my evening of pleasure into dread—
    setting the table, spreading the cloth, eating, drinking.
“Arise, captains!
    Polish the shields.”

The Lord said this to me:
    “Go, post a lookout to report what he sees.

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My heart(A) falters,
    fear makes me tremble;(B)
the twilight I longed for
    has become a horror(C) to me.

They set the tables,
    they spread the rugs,
    they eat, they drink!(D)
Get up, you officers,
    oil the shields!(E)

This is what the Lord says to me:

“Go, post a lookout(F)
    and have him report what he sees.

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