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17 Lo, I am stirring up against them the Medes, Who silver esteem not, And gold—they delight not in it.

18 And bows dash young men to pieces, And the fruit of the womb they pity not, On sons their eye hath no pity.

Isaiah 13:17-18, YLT with Strong's. Public domain.
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