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31 And I wyll make your cyties desolate, and brynge youre sanctuarye vnto nought, and wyll not smell the swetnesse of youre odoures.
32 I wyll brynge the lande vnto a wyldernesse, and youre enemyes which dwell therin, shall wondre at it.
33 And I will strawe you amonge the hethen, and will drawe out a swerde after you, and youre lande shalbe wast, and youre cyties desolate.