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Lo! like clouds, shall he come up, Even as a storm-wind, his chariots, Swifter than eagles, his horses, - Woe to us for we are laid waste!

Wash from wickedness thy heart, O Jerusalem, That thou mayest be saved, - How long, shall lodge within thee thy wicked devices?

For a voice, declareth from Dan, - And publisheth trouble from the hill country of Ephraim.

Put ye in mind the nations Lo! publish ye against Jerusalem, Blockaders! are coming in from a land afar off, - And have uttered against the cities of Judah their voice:

As the keepers of a field, have they come against her round about, - For against me, hath she rebelled, Declareth Yahweh.