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17 Because of all this our heart is sick;
        because of these things our glance is dark.
18 Mount Zion, now deserted—
        only jackals walk on it now!
19 But you, Lord, will rule forever;
        your throne lasts from one generation to the next.

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17 Because of this our hearts(A) are faint,(B)
    because of these things our eyes(C) grow dim(D)
18 for Mount Zion,(E) which lies desolate,(F)
    with jackals prowling over it.

19 You, Lord, reign forever;(G)
    your throne endures(H) from generation to generation.

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