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Howl, ye inhabitants of Maktesh, for all the merchant people are cut down; all they that bear silver are cut off.

This is the rejoicing city that dwelt carelessly, that said in her heart, I am, and there is none beside me: how is she become a desolation, a place for beasts to lie down in! every one that passeth by her shall hiss, and wag his hand.