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13 None is, that deemeth thy doom to bind together; the profit of healings is not to thee. (There is no one who can help thee bind up thy wounds; healings, or medicine, shall not benefit thee.)

14 All thy lovers have forgotten thee, they shall not seek thee; for I have smitten thee with the wound of an enemy, with cruel chastising; for the multitude of thy wickedness, thy sins be made hard (and for thy sins be many).

15 What criest thou on thy breaking? thy sorrow is uncurable; for the multitude of thy wickedness, and for thine hard sins, I have done these things to thee. (Why criest thou over thy breaking? thy sorrow is incurable; I have done these things to thee, for the multitude of thy wickedness, and because of thy many sins.)

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