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And I scatter them with a fan, in the gates the land, I bereaved, I have destroyed My people, From their ways they turned not back.

Its widows have been more to Me than the sand of the seas, I brought in to them -- against the mother -- A young man -- a spoiler -- at noon. I caused to fall upon her suddenly, wrath and trouble.

Languished hath the bearer of seven, She hath breathed out her spirit, Gone in hath her sun while yet day, It hath been ashamed and confounded, And their residue to the sword I give up before their enemies, An affirmation of Jehovah.

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I will winnow(A) them with a winnowing fork
    at the city gates of the land.
I will bring bereavement(B) and destruction on my people,(C)
    for they have not changed their ways.(D)
I will make their widows(E) more numerous
    than the sand of the sea.
At midday I will bring a destroyer(F)
    against the mothers of their young men;
suddenly I will bring down on them
    anguish and terror.(G)
The mother of seven will grow faint(H)
    and breathe her last.(I)
Her sun will set while it is still day;
    she will be disgraced(J) and humiliated.
I will put the survivors to the sword(K)
    before their enemies,”(L)
declares the Lord.

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