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Sorrow for a Doomed Nation

19 My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain!
    Oh, the walls of my heart!
My heart is beating wildly;
    I cannot keep silent,
for I[a] hear the sound of the trumpet,
    the alarm of war.(A)

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  1. 4.19 Or for you, O my soul,

21 How long must I see the standard
    and hear the sound of the trumpet?

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17 And they set out and stopped at Geruth Chimham near Bethlehem, intending to go to Egypt(A)

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