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As a well keeps its water fresh,
    so she keeps fresh her wickedness.
Sounds of violence and destruction resound within her;
    sickness and wounds are never out of my sight.
Heed my warning, O Jerusalem,
    or I will turn away from you in revulsion
and reduce you to a desert,
    a desolate land where no man dwells.
These are the words of the Lord of hosts:
    Glean thoroughly like a vine
    the remnant of Israel.
Like one who picks the grapes,
    pass your hand once again over its branches.

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