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11.23 :And there shall be no remnant unto them;
 * For I will bring evil upon the men of Anathoth,
 * Even the year of their visitation.


 * Right wouldest Thou be, O ,
 * Were I to contend with Thee,
 * Yet will I reason with Thee:
 * Wherefore doth the way of the wicked prosper?
 * Wherefore are all they secure that deal very treacherously?
 * Thou hast planted them, yea, they have taken root;
 * They grow, yea, they bring forth fruit;
 * Thou art near in their mouth,
 * And far from their reins.
 * But Thou, O, knowest me,
 * Thou seest me, and triest my heart toward Thee;
 * Pull them out like sheep for the slaughter,
 * And prepare them for the day of slaughter.


 * How long shall the land mourn,
 * And the herbs of the whole field wither?
 * For the wickedness of them that dwell therein, the beasts are consumed, and the birds;
 * Because they said: 'He seeth not our end.'


 * 'If thou hast run with the footmen, and they have wearied thee,
 * Then how canst thou contend with horses?
 * And though in a land of peace thou art secure,
 * Yet how wilt thou do in the thickets of the Jordan?
 * For even thy brethren, and the house of thy father,
 * Even they have dealt treacherously with thee,
 * Even they have cried aloud after thee;
 * Believe them not, though they speak fair words unto thee.'


 * I have forsaken My house,
 * I have cast off My heritage;
 * I have given the dearly beloved of My soul
 * Into the hand of her enemies.
 * My heritage is become unto Me
 * As a lion in the forest;
 * She hath uttered her voice against Me;
 * Therefore have I hated her.
 * Is My heritage unto Me as a speckled bird of prey?
 * Are the birds of prey against her round about?
 * Come ye, assemble all the beasts of the field,
 * Bring them to devour.
 * Many shepherds have destroyed My vineyard,
 * They have trodden My portion under foot,
 * They have made My pleasant portion
 * A desolate wilderness.
 * They have made it a desolation,
 * It mourneth unto Me, being desolate;
 * The whole land is made desolate,
 * Because no man layeth it to heart.
 * Upon all the high hills in the wilderness spoilers are come;
 * For the sword of the devoureth
 * From the one end of the land even to the other end of the land,
 * No flesh hath peace.
 * They have sown wheat, and have reaped thorns;
 * They have put themselves to pain, they profit not;