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18 There is no cure for my grief,
    and my heart is faint within me.
19 Listen to the cry of distress
    from my people in a distant land.
“Is the Lord no longer in Zion?
    Is her king no longer in their midst?”
(Why do they provoke me with their idols
    and with their foreign gods?)
20 “The time of harvest is past,
    the summer is at an end,
    and we are not saved.”

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