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    take the choicest of the flock,
and also pile the bones under it;
    make it boil well,
    also seethe its bones in it.

Therefore thus says the Lord God:

Woe to the bloody city,
    to the pot whose rust is in it,
    and whose rust has not gone out of it!
Take out of it piece by piece
    without choosing.

For her blood is in her midst;
    she set it on the bare rock;
she did not pour it on the ground
    to cover it with dust.

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