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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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