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19 How terrible it will be for me!
    I’ve been wounded!
    And my wound can’t be healed!
In spite of that, I said to myself,
    “I’m sick. But I’ll have to put up with it.”
20 Jerusalem is like a tent that has been destroyed.
    All its ropes have snapped.
My people have gone away from me.
    Now no one is left to set up my tent.
    I have no one to set up my shelter.
21 The leaders of my people are like shepherds
    who don’t have any sense.
    They don’t ask the Lord for advice.
That’s why they don’t succeed.
    And that’s why their whole flock
    is scattered like sheep.

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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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