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11 They’ve left it a wasteland.
Devastated, it mourns in my presence.
The whole land is destroyed,
but no one takes this to heart.
12 Looters swarm all over the bare hills in the desert.
The Lord’s sword destroys them
from one end of the land to the other.
No one will be safe.
13 My people planted wheat, but they harvested thorns.
They worked until they became sick, but they gained nothing by it.
They were disappointed by their harvests
because of the burning anger of the Lord.

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11 It will be made a wasteland,(A)
    parched and desolate before me;(B)
the whole land will be laid waste
    because there is no one who cares.
12 Over all the barren heights in the desert
    destroyers will swarm,
for the sword(C) of the Lord(D) will devour(E)
    from one end of the land to the other;(F)
    no one will be safe.(G)
13 They will sow wheat but reap thorns;
    they will wear themselves out but gain nothing.(H)
They will bear the shame of their harvest
    because of the Lord’s fierce anger.”(I)

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