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I will send strangers to Babylon
to scatter her and empty her land.
For in the day of trouble
they will be against her all around.
Let the archer bend his bow at her.
Let him rise up at her in his armor.
Do not spare her young men.
Destroy her whole army.
They will fall down slain in the land of Chaldea,
thrust through in her streets.

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