19-21 “And your ruined land?
    Your devastated, decimated land?
Filled with more people than you know what to do with!
    And your barbarian enemies, a fading memory.
The children born in your exile will be saying,
    ‘It’s getting too crowded here. I need more room.’
And you’ll say to yourself,
    ‘Where on earth did these children come from?
I lost everything, had nothing, was exiled and penniless.
    So who reared these children?
    How did these children get here?’”

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19 “Though you were ruined and made desolate(A)
    and your land laid waste,(B)
now you will be too small for your people,(C)
    and those who devoured(D) you will be far away.
20 The children born during your bereavement
    will yet say in your hearing,
‘This place is too small for us;
    give us more space to live in.’(E)
21 Then you will say in your heart,
    ‘Who bore me these?(F)
I was bereaved(G) and barren;
    I was exiled and rejected.(H)
    Who brought these(I) up?
I was left(J) all alone,(K)
    but these—where have they come from?’”

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