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17 For, behold, I will send serpents, cockatrices, among you,
which will not be charmed,
and they shall bite you, saith the Lord.

18 When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
19 Behold the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people
because of them that dwell in a far country:
Is not the Lord in Zion? is not her king in her?
Why have they provoked me to anger
with their graven images, and with strange vanities?

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