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They have blown the trumpet, even to make All ready, Yet is there none going to the battle; For mine indignation is against all her multitude.

The sword without, and Pestilence and famine within, - He that is in the field by the sword, shall die, and He that is in the city famine or pestilence shall devour him;

While they who escape of them shall escape and become on the mountains as the doves of the valleys, all of them cooing, - -each one in his punishment.

All hands shall be unnerved; and All knees shall be weak as water,

Therefore shall they gird themselves with sackcloth, And shuddering shall cover them,-And in all faces, shall be paleness, And in all their heads, baldness.

Their silver into the streets, shall they cast and Their gold for throwing away, shall serve, Their silver and their gold shall not be able to deliver them in the day of the wrath of Yahweh, Their craving, shall they not satisfy, and Their belly, shall they not fill, For a stumbling-block, hath their iniquity become.