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11 And thou shalt say, I will go up to the land of unwalled villages; I will go to them that are at rest, that dwell safely, all of them dwelling without walls, and having neither bars nor gates,
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
17 I will scatter them as with an east wind before the enemy; I will show them the back, and not the face, in the day of their calamity.