Your (A)land is desolate,
Your cities are burned with fire,
Your fields—strangers are devouring them in your presence;
It is desolation, as overthrown by strangers.

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For (A)they sow the wind
And they reap the (B)whirlwind.
The standing grain has no [a]heads;
It yields (C)no [b]grain.
Should it yield, strangers would swallow it up.

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Footnotes

  1. Hosea 8:7 Lit growth
  2. Hosea 8:7 Or meal