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7 As for me (I saye) I haue forsaken myne awne dwellyng place, & left myne heritage. My lyfe also that I loue so wel, haue I geuen into the handes of myne enemies.
8 Myne heritage is become vnto me, as a Lyon in the wood. It cryed out vpon me, therfore, haue I forsaken it.
9 Myne herytage is vnto me, as a speckled byrde, a byrde of dyuerse coloures is vpon it. Come, & gather ye to geather al the beastes of the felde. Come that ye maye eate it vp.
10 Diuerse herdmen haue broken downe my vyneyarde, and troden vpon my porcyon. Of my pleasaunt porcyon, they haue made a wyldernes and desert.