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19 Woe is me because of my injury!
    My wound is serious;
but I said,
    “Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it.”
20 My tent has been destroyed,
    and all my cords are broken.
My children have gone away from me, and they are no more.
    There is no one to spread my tent any more,
    to set up my curtains.
21 For the shepherds have become brutish,
    and have not inquired of Yahweh.
Therefore they have not prospered,
    and all their flocks have scattered.

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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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