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19 Because your ruins, and your desolate places, || And the land of your ruins, || Are now surely restricted because of inhabitants, || And those consuming you have been far off. 20 Again the sons of your bereavement say in your ears: The place is too narrow for me, || Come near to me—and I dwell. Isaiah 49:19-20, Literal Standard Version. Copyright © 2020 Covenant Press.
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