Desolation, Famine, and Worthless Wealth

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They have blown with a trumpet to prepare the whole, And none is going to battle, For My wrath is unto all its multitude.

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The sword is without, And the pestilence and the famine within, He who is in a field by sword dieth, And he who is in a city, Famine and pestilence devour him.

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And escaped away have their fugitives, And they have been on the mountains As doves of the valleys, All of them make a noising--each for his iniquity.

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All the hands are feeble, and all knees go--waters.

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And they have girded on sackcloth, And covered them hath trembling, And unto all faces is shame, And on all their heads--baldness.

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Their silver into out-places they cast, And their gold impurity becometh. Their silver and their gold is not able to deliver them, In a day of the wrath of Jehovah, Their soul they do not satisfy, And their bowels they do not fill, For the stumbling-block of their iniquity it hath been.

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As to the beauty of his ornament, For excellency He set it, And the images of their abominations, Their detestable things--they made in it, Therefore I have given it to them for impurity,

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And I have given it into the hand of the strangers for a prey, And to the wicked of the land for a spoil, And they have polluted it.

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And I have turned My face from them, And they have polluted My hidden place, Yea, come into it have destroyers, and polluted it.

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