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I will send to Babylon strangers, who will winnow her.
    They will empty her land;
    for in the day of trouble they will be against her all around.
Against him who bends, let the archer bend his bow,
    also against him who lifts himself up in his coat of mail.
Don’t spare her young men!
    Utterly destroy all her army!
They will fall down slain in the land of the Chaldeans,
    and thrust through in her streets.

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