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39 (A)Her sanctuary became desolate as a wilderness;
    her feasts were turned into mourning,
Her sabbaths to shame,
    her honor to contempt.

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10 I will turn your feasts into mourning
    and all your songs into dirges.
I will cover the loins of all with sackcloth
    and make every head bald.
I will make it like the time of mourning for an only child,
    and its outcome like a day of bitter weeping.(A)

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