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10 The city writhes in chaos; every home is locked to keep out intruders. 11 Mobs gather in the streets, crying out for wine. Joy has turned to gloom. Gladness has been banished from the land. 12 The city is left in ruins, its gates battered down. Isaiah 24:10-12, New Living Translation. Copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation.
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