- The portion of Jacob is not like these; For the Maker of all is He, And Israel is the tribe of His inheritance; The LORD of hosts is His name.
- Pick up your bundle from the ground, You who dwell under siege!
- For thus says the LORD, "Behold, I am slinging out the inhabitants of the land At this time, And will cause them distress, That they may be found."
- Woe is me, because of my injury! My wound is incurable But I said, "Truly this is a sickness, And I must bear it."
- My tent is destroyed, And all my ropes are broken; My sons have gone from me and are no more There is no one to stretch out my tent again Or to set up my curtains.
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- He who is the Portion of Jacob is not like these, for he is the Maker of all things, including Israel, the tribe of his inheritance-- the LORD Almighty is his name.
- Gather up your belongings to leave the land, you who live under siege.
- For this is what the LORD says: "At this time I will hurl out those who live in this land; I will bring distress on them so that they may be captured."
- Woe to me because of my injury! My wound is incurable! Yet I said to myself, "This is my sickness, and I must endure it."
- My tent is destroyed; all its ropes are snapped. My sons are gone from me and are no more; no one is left now to pitch my tent or to set up my shelter.
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