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19 The cry from my dear people comes from a distant land:
“Isn’t the Lord in Zion?
Isn’t Zion’s king still there?”
They make me furious with their idols, with their foreign gods.

20 The harvest is past,
the summer has ended,
and we haven’t been saved.

21 I am crushed because my dear people have been crushed.
I mourn; terror grips me.

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19 Listen to the cry of my people
    from a land far away:(A)
“Is the Lord not in Zion?
    Is her King(B) no longer there?”

“Why have they aroused(C) my anger with their images,
    with their worthless(D) foreign idols?”(E)

20 “The harvest is past,
    the summer has ended,
    and we are not saved.”

21 Since my people are crushed,(F) I am crushed;
    I mourn,(G) and horror grips me.

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