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I am counted with them who descend into the pit, I have become as a man that is without help;
Therefore, lo! days are coming, Declareth Yahweh, When I will bring punishment upon her images; And throughout all her land, stroll the pierced one groan.
To their mothers, they keep saying, Where are corn and wine? Swooning off, like one thrust through, in the broadways of the city, pouring out their life into the bosom of their mothers.
And will uphold the arms of the king of Babylon, And put my sword into his hand,- And will break the arms of Pharaoh, And he shall utter the groans of one thrust through, before him.