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“Up! let us rush upon her by night,
    destroy her palaces!”(A)
    For thus says the Lord of hosts:
Hew down her trees,
    throw up a siege mound against Jerusalem.
Woe to the city marked for punishment;
    there is nothing but oppression within her!(B)
As a well keeps its waters fresh,
    so she keeps fresh her wickedness.
Violence and destruction resound in her;
    ever before me are wounds and blows.(C)

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