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My soul, my soul! I am in anguish! Oh, my heart! My heart is pounding in me; I cannot be silent, Because you have heard, O my soul, The sound of the trumpet, The alarm of war.
21
Howlong* must I see the standard And hear the sound of the trumpet?
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22
"For My people are foolish, They know Me not; They are stupidchildren And havenounderstanding. They are shrewd to doevil, But to dogood they do not know."
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"For this the earth shall mourn And the heavensabove* be dark, Because* I have spoken, I have purposed, And I will not change My mind, nor will I turn from it."
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At the sound of the horseman and bowman*everycityflees; They go into the thickets and climb among the rocks; Everycity is forsaken, And nomandwells in them.
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And you, O desolate one, what will you do? Although you dress in scarlet, Although you decorate yourself with ornaments of gold, Although you enlarge your eyes with paint, In vain you make yourself beautiful. Your loversdespise you; They seek your life.
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For I heard a cry as of a woman in labor, The anguish as of one givingbirth to her firstchild, The cry of the daughter of Ziongasping for breath, Stretching out her hands, saying, "Ah, woe is me, for I faint before murderers."