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11 They have made it a mournful waste,
    desolate before me,
Desolate, the whole land,
    because no one takes it to heart.
12 Upon every height in the wilderness
    marauders have appeared.
The Lord has a sword that consumes
    the land from end to end:
    no peace for any living thing.(A)
13 They have sown wheat and reaped thorns,
    they have tired themselves out for no purpose;
They are shamed by their harvest,
    the burning anger of the Lord.

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