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The sharpened arrows of a warrior,
with burning charcoals from broom trees.
Woe to me, that I sojourn in Meshech,
that I dwell among the tents of Kedar.
Too long my soul has had its dwelling
near one who hates peace.

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He will punish you with a warrior’s sharp arrows,(A)
    with burning coals of the broom bush.

Woe to me that I dwell in Meshek,
    that I live among the tents of Kedar!(B)
Too long have I lived
    among those who hate peace.

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