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Then he laid the body in his own tomb, and they lamented over him, “Oh, my brother!”

Woe to him who gives drink to his neighbors,pouring it from the wineskin until they are drunk,in order to gaze at their nakedness!

Woe to you, O Ariel,the city of Ariel where David camped!Year upon yearlet your festivals recur.

Woe to those who draw iniquity with cords of deceitand pull sin along with cart ropes,

you will die in peace. As spices were burned for your fathers, the former kings who preceded you, so people will burn spices for you and lament, ‘Alas, O master!’ For I Myself have spoken this word, declares the LORD.”