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From the sole of the foot even unto the head
there is no soundness in it;
but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores:
they have not been closed,
neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.
Your country is desolate, your cities are burned with fire:
your land, strangers devour it in your presence,
and it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.
And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard,
as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers,
as a besieged city.

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