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As a fountain casts out her waters,
    so she casts out her wickedness.
Violence and devastation are heard in her;
    before Me continually are grief and wounds.
Be instructed, O Jerusalem,
    lest My soul depart from you;
lest I make you desolate,
    a land not inhabited.

Thus says the Lord of Hosts:

They will thoroughly glean
    the remnant of Israel as a vine.
Turn back your hand
    as a grape gatherer into the baskets.

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