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It is you who have disowned me—oracle of the Lord
    turned your back upon me;
I stretched out my hand to destroy you,
    because I was weary of relenting.(A)
I winnowed them with a winnowing fork
    at the gates of the land;
I have bereaved, destroyed my people;
    they have not turned from their evil ways.(B)
Their widows were more numerous before me
    than the sands of the sea.
I brought against the mother of youths
    the destroyer at midday;
Suddenly I struck her
    with anguish and terror.

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