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"11 "O afflicted city, lashed by storms and not comforted,
I will build you with stones of turquoise, [a]
your foundations with sapphires. [b]
12 I will make your battlements of rubies,
your gates of sparkling jewels,
and all your walls of precious stones."

Tearing down, rebuilding. Clay in the hands of the potter.

"And the agony inside me was attacked and put to flight"

nuff said.