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“Yea, a nation comes upon My land, mighty and without number, whose teeth are like the teeth of a lion. And he has the jaws of a great lion.

“He has laid waste My vine and splinters the bark of My fig tree. He makes it bare and casts it down. Its branches are made white.”

Mourn like a virgin, girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.

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