9
Its
streams will be
turned into
pitch, And its
loose earth into
brimstone, And its
land will
become burning pitch.
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10
It will not be
quenched night or
day; Its
smoke will
go up
forever. From
generation to
generation it will be
desolate;
None will
pass through it
forever and
ever.
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