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11 My eyes are worn out from crying, my insides are churning, My emotions pour out in grief because my people are destroyed— Children and infants faint in the streets of the city. 12 They ask their mothers, |Is there anything to eat or drink?| They faint in the streets of the city like wounded men. Their life ebbs away while they lie on their mother's bosom. Lamentations 2:11-12, Intl. Standard Version. Copyright © 1995-2014 by ISV Foundation.
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