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26 My dear[a] people, dress yourselves in sackcloth
and roll in the dust.(A)
Mourn as you would for an only son,(B)
a bitter lament,
for suddenly the destroyer(C) will come on us.(D)

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  1. 6:26 Lit Daughter of my

10 I will turn your feasts into mourning(A)
and all your songs into lamentation;(B)
I will cause everyone[a] to wear sackcloth(C)
and every head to be shaved.(D)
I will make that grief
like mourning for an only son(E)
and its outcome like a bitter day.

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  1. 8:10 Lit every waist