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Therefore, my loins are filled with anguish;
    pangs have seized me
    like those of a woman in labor.
I am so distraught that I cannot hear;
    I am too frightened even to look.
My mind reels,
    and I am overcome with dread;
the twilight I yearned for
    has become horrifying to me.
They set the table;
    they spread out the rugs;
    they eat and they drink.
Rise up, O princes;
    oil your shields.

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