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Jeremiah 4:20

— De­struc­tion upon de­struc­tion is cried; for the whole land is spoiled: sud­den­ly are my tents spoiled, and my cur­tains in a mo­ment.

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…19 My bow­els, my bow­els! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I can­not hold my peace, be­cause thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trum­pet, the alarm of war. 20 De­struc­tion upon de­struc­tion is cried; for the whole land is spoiled: sud­den­ly are my tents spoiled, and my cur­tains in a mo­ment. 21 How long shall I see the stan­dard, and hear the sound of the trum­pet?…

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