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Your land is desolate, your cities burnt with fire. Strangers devour your land in your presence and devastate it, as is the overthrow of strangers.

And the Daughter of Zion shall remain like a cottage in a vineyard, like a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, like a besieged city.

Except the LORD of Hosts had reserved to us even a small remnant, we would have been as Sodom, would have been like Gomorrah.

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