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24 We hear news of them;
    our hands hang helpless,
Anguish takes hold of us,
    pangs like a woman in childbirth.(A)
25 Do not go out into the field,
    do not step into the street,
For the enemy has a sword;
    terror on every side!
26 Daughter of my people, dress in sackcloth,
    roll in the ashes.
Mourn as for an only child
    with bitter wailing:
“How suddenly the destroyer
    comes upon us!”(B)

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