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18 For thus says the Lord:
I am going to fling away the inhabitants of the land
    at this time,
and I will bring distress on them,
    so that they shall feel it.

19 Woe is me because of my hurt!
    My wound is severe.
But I said, ‘Truly this is my punishment,
    and I must bear it.’
20 My tent is destroyed,
    and all my cords are broken;
my children have gone from me,
    and they are no more;
there is no one to spread my tent again,
    and to set up my curtains.

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18 For this is what the Lord says:
    “At this time I will hurl(A) out
    those who live in this land;
I will bring distress(B) on them
    so that they may be captured.”

19 Woe to me because of my injury!
    My wound(C) is incurable!
Yet I said to myself,
    “This is my sickness, and I must endure(D) it.”
20 My tent(E) is destroyed;
    all its ropes are snapped.
My children are gone from me and are no more;(F)
    no one is left now to pitch my tent
    or to set up my shelter.

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