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So I will make Samaria into a ruin in the countryside,
    planting places for a vineyard.
I will hurl her stones into the valley
and will lay bare her foundations.
All her images will be smashed,
all her prostitute’s pay burned with fire,
and all her idols I will make desolate.
For from prostitute’s pay she collected them
and to prostitute’s pay they will return.

Concerning this let me lament and howl.
Let me walk barefoot and naked.
I will make a howl like jackals
and a mourning like ostriches.

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