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You who are full of noise, a city full of brutes, a joyous city. Your slain men shall not be slain with sword, nor die in battle.

All your princes shall flee together from the bow. They shall be bound. All who shall be found in you, who have fled from far, shall be bound together.

Therefore I said, “Turn away from me. I will weep bitterly. Do not try to comfort me for the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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