19 ¶ Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is a grief, and I must bear it.
  20 My atabernacle is spoiled, and
all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth of me, and they
are not: there is none to stretch forth my tent any more,
and to set up my curtainsa.
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20a to stretch forth my tent any more,
and to set up my curtains None of the priests of Judah of the
Levites of Jeremiah's day were any longer worthy to perform the ordiances of
the House of the LORD, whether it were that built Temple from Solomon's day
or whether it be the tabernacle of the tent constructed in the days of Moses.
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