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Your sons have fainted, They lie helpless at the head of everystreet, Like an antelope in a net, Full of the wrath of the LORD, The rebuke of your God.
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Thussays your Lord, the LORD, even your God Who contends for His people, "Behold, I have taken out of your hand the cup of reeling, The chalice* of My anger; You will neverdrink it again.
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"I will put it into the hand of your tormentors, Who have said to you, 'Liedown that we may walkover you.' You have even made your back like the ground And like the street for those who walkover it."