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Symbols of the City’s Fall. As for you, son of man, groan. With a breaking heart grieve bitterly as they look on. And when they ask you why you are groaning, you shall reply: Because of the news that is about to come. Every heart will melt and every hand will become feeble; every spirit will grow faint and all knees will turn to water. Behold, it is coming now. It will surely take place, says the Lord God.

Song of the Sword. Then the word of the Lord came to me:

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