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“I am against you,”
    says the Lord of hosts.
“I will lift up your skirts over your face
    and exhibit your nakedness to the nations,
    your shame to the kingdoms.
I will pelt you with filth,
    and treat you with contempt,
    and make a spectacle of you.
Then all those who see you
    will shrink from you and say,
‘Nineveh is destroyed.’
    Who will console her?
    Where can anyone be found to comfort you?”

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