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11 They have made it an empty wasteland;
    I hear its mournful cry.
The whole land is desolate,
    and no one even cares.
12 On all the bare hilltops,
    destroying armies can be seen.
The sword of the Lord devours people
    from one end of the nation to the other.
    No one will escape!
13 My people have planted wheat
    but are harvesting thorns.
They have worn themselves out,
    but it has done them no good.
They will harvest a crop of shame
    because of the fierce 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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