19 Listen to the cry of my people
    from a land far away:
‘Is the Lord not in Zion?
    Is her King no longer there?’

‘Why have they aroused my anger with their images,
    with their worthless foreign idols?’

20 ‘The harvest is past,
    the summer has ended,
    and we are not saved.’

21 Since my people are crushed, I am crushed;
    I mourn, and horror grips me.

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