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You have rejected me, declares the Lord.
You have turned away from me.
So I will stretch out my hand against you and destroy you.
I am weary of showing compassion.
I will scatter them with a winnowing fork at the gates of the land.
I will make them childless.
I will destroy my people,
because they have not changed their ways.
I will make their widows more numerous than the sand on the seashore.
At noon I will bring a destroyer against the mothers of their
        young men.
I will bring anguish and terror down on them suddenly.

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