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19 How terrible it will be for me because of my injury.
    I am injured and cannot be healed.
Yet I told myself,
    “This is my sickness; I must suffer through it.”
20 My tent is ruined.
    All its ropes are broken.
My children have gone away and left me.
    No one is left to put up my tent.
    No one is left to set up a shelter for me.
21 The shepherds are stupid.
    They don’t ask the Lord.
So they do not have success.
    Their flocks are scattered and lost.

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19 Woe to me because of my injury!
    My wound(A) is incurable!
Yet I said to myself,
    “This is my sickness, and I must endure(B) it.”
20 My tent(C) is destroyed;
    all its ropes are snapped.
My children are gone from me and are no more;(D)
    no one is left now to pitch my tent
    or to set up my shelter.
21 The shepherds(E) are senseless(F)
    and do not inquire of the Lord;(G)
so they do not prosper(H)
    and all their flock is scattered.(I)

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19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous; but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.

20 My tabernacle is spoiled, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth of me, and they are not: there is none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.

21 For the pastors are become brutish, and have not sought the Lord: therefore they shall not prosper, and all their flocks shall be scattered.

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