"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.   Destruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is spoiled: suddenly are my tents spoiled, …

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