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“Plunder the silver!
    Plunder the gold!
There is no limit to the treasure,
    or to the wealth of every precious thing.”
10 She is desolate, empty, and waste!
    Hearts melt away, and knees shake;
    pain is in all the loins, and all their faces grow pale.

11 Where is the den of the lions,
    and the feeding place of the young lions,
where the lion and lioness prowl,
    and the lion’s cub goes, with no one to disturb them?

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