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I am against you, says the Lord of Hosts;
    I will lift your skirts over your face,
and I will show the nations your nakedness,
    and the kingdoms your shame.
I will throw filth on you,
    and make you vile,
    and make you a spectacle.
All who look at you will flee from you, and say,
    “Nineveh is devastated! Who will lament for her?”
    Where shall I seek comforters for you?

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