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My heart staggers;
horror terrifies me.
He has turned my last glimmer of hope[a]
into sheer terror.(A)
Prepare a table,(B) and spread out a carpet!
Eat and drink!
Rise up, you princes, and oil the shields!

For the Lord has said to me,
‘Go, post a lookout;
let him report what he sees.

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Footnotes

  1. 21:4 Lit my twilight