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19 Desperate is my wound. My grief is great. My sickness is incurable, but I must bear it. 20 My home is gone; my children have been taken away, and I will never see them again. There is no one left to help me rebuild my home. 21 The shepherds of my people have lost their senses; they no longer follow God nor ask his will. Therefore they perish, and their flocks are scattered.

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19 Woe to me because of my injury!
    My wound(A) is incurable!
Yet I said to myself,
    “This is my sickness, and I must endure(B) it.”
20 My tent(C) is destroyed;
    all its ropes are snapped.
My children are gone from me and are no more;(D)
    no one is left now to pitch my tent
    or to set up my shelter.
21 The shepherds(E) are senseless(F)
    and do not inquire of the Lord;(G)
so they do not prosper(H)
    and all their flock is scattered.(I)

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