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10 I will turn your festivals into mourning
    and all your songs into a dirge.[a]
I will pull up sackcloth on every waist
    and baldness on every head.
I will make it like the mourning for an only son—
    its end a bitter day.”[b]
11 “Behold, days are coming”
—declares my Lord Adonai
“when I will send a famine on the land
—not a famine of bread
    nor a thirst for water,
    but of hearing the words of Adonai.[c]
12 So people will wander from sea to sea
and roam from north to east,
searching for the word of Adonai,
but they will not find it.

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