Verse 20
Destruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is spoiled: suddenly are my tents spoiled, and my curtains in a moment.
Destruction — Good Josiah slain, and four of his successors carried away, or slain.
My tents — The enemy makes no more of overthrowing my stately cities, than if he were overturning tents made of curtains.
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