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16 I am raising up a shepherd in the land who will not care for those who are perishing, nor seek the young, nor heal the broken, nor feed those who are standing still. But he will eat the flesh of the fat and tear their hoofs in pieces.

17 Woe to this worthless shepherd
    who abandons his flock.
May the sword take his arm and right eye;
    may his arm surely wither up,
    and his right eye become blind.

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