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And I have cast upon thee abominations, And dishonoured thee, and made thee as a sight.

And it hath come to pass, Each of thy beholders fleeth from thee, And hath said: `Spoiled is Nineveh, Who doth bemoan for her?' Whence do I seek comforters for thee?

Art thou better than No-Ammon, That is dwelling among brooks? Waters she hath round about her, Whose bulwark [is] the sea, waters her wall.

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I will pelt you with filth,(A)
    I will treat you with contempt(B)
    and make you a spectacle.(C)
All who see you will flee(D) from you and say,
    ‘Nineveh(E) is in ruins(F)—who will mourn for her?’(G)
    Where can I find anyone to comfort(H) you?”

Are you better than(I) Thebes,(J)
    situated on the Nile,(K)
    with water around her?
The river was her defense,
    the waters her wall.

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