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I too could speak like you,
If your soul were in the place of my soul.
I could compose words against you
And (A)shake my head at you.

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16 To make their land an (A)object of horror,
An object of perpetual (B)hissing;
Everyone who passes by it will be [a]horrified
And (C)shake his head.

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Footnotes

  1. Jeremiah 18:16 Or desolate, cf. Lev 26:32