You have rejected me,’ declares the Lord.
    ‘You keep on backsliding.
So I will reach out and destroy you;
    I am tired of holding back.
I will winnow them with a winnowing fork
    at the city gates of the land.
I will bring bereavement and destruction on my people,
    for they have not changed their ways.
I will make their widows more numerous
    than the sand of the sea.
At midday I will bring a destroyer
    against the mothers of their young men;
suddenly I will bring down on them
    anguish and terror.

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