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19 Woe is me! I am undone,
    my wound is beyond healing.
Yet I had thought:
    if I make light of my sickness, I can bear it.
20 My tent is ruined,
    all its cords are severed.
My children have left me, they are no more:
    no one to pitch my tent,
    no one to raise its curtains.(A)
21 How stupid are the shepherds!
    The Lord they have not sought;
For this reason they have failed,
    and all their flocks scattered.(B)

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