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16 Once more I am going to let a worthless nobody rule the land—one who won't care for the strays or search for the young or heal the sick or feed the healthy. He will just dine on the fattest sheep, leaving nothing but a few bones.”

17 You worthless shepherd,
    deserting the sheep!
I hope a sword
will cripple your arm
    and blind your right eye.

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16 For I am going to raise up a shepherd over the land who will not care for the lost, or seek the young, or heal the injured, or feed the healthy, but will eat the meat of the choice sheep, tearing off their hooves.

17 “Woe to the worthless shepherd,(A)
    who deserts the flock!
May the sword strike his arm(B) and his right eye!
    May his arm be completely withered,
    his right eye totally blinded!”(C)

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