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There shall the firedevour thee; the sword shall cut thee off, it shall eat thee up like the cankerworm: make thyself many as the cankerworm, make thyself many as the locusts.
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Thy crowned are as the locusts, and thy captains as the great grasshoppers, which camp in the hedges in the coldday, but when the sunariseth they flee away, and their place is not knownwhere they are.
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There is no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickednesspassedcontinually?