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Many shepherds have destroyed my vineyard; they have trampled down my portion; they have made my pleasant portion a desolate wilderness. 11
They have made it a desolation; desolate, it mourns to me. The whole land is made desolate, but no man lays it to heart. 12
Upon all the bare heights in the desert destroyers have come, for the sword of the LORD devours from one end of the land to the other; no flesh has peace.