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20 Destruction upon destruction is cried;
for the whole land is spoiled:
suddenly are my tents spoiled,
and my curtains in a moment.
21 How long shall I see the standard,
and hear the sound of the trumpet?
22 For my people is foolish, they have not known me;
they are sottish children,
and they have none understanding:
they are wise to do evil,
but to do good they have no knowledge.

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