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17 See, I am letting snakes loose among you,
    adders that cannot be charmed,
    and they shall bite you,
says the Lord.

The Prophet Mourns for the People

18 My joy is gone, grief is upon me,
    my heart is sick.
19 Hark, the cry of my poor people
    from far and wide in the land:
‘Is the Lord not in Zion?
    Is her King not in her?’
(‘Why have they provoked me to anger with their images,
    with their foreign idols?’)

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