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16 for I am now raising up a shepherd in the land who will neither search for the lost, nor care for the young, nor fix the broken, nor sustain the healthy. Instead, he will devour the meat of the best of the sheep, tearing off their hoofs.”

17 “Woe to the worthless shepherd,
    who deserts the flock!
May the sword strike his arm
    and his right eye.
May his arm wither
    and his right eye be completely blind.”

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