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22 The burden of the Valley of Vision. What ails you now, that you have wholly gone up to the housetops?

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.

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