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“The lovely, delicate Daughter of Zion
    I will cut off.”

Shepherds with their flocks are coming against her.
    All around her they pitch their tents,
    each pasturing in his own place.
“Prepare for war against her.
    Rise up! Let’s attack at noon.”
    Oy for us! For day is fading—
    evening shadows are lengthening.”

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