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1 How the gold has grown dim, the pure gold has changed! The stones of holiness are poured forth at the head of every street. 2 The precious sons of Zion were weighed with fine gold. How they are esteemed as pots of clay, the work of the hands of a potter! 3 Even the jackals draw out the breast and suckle their young, but the daughter of my people is cruel, like ostriches in the wilderness. 4 The tongue of the sucking babe clings to the roof of its mouth in thirst; the little children ask for bread—there is no one dispersing it for them. 5 Those once eating delicacies are desolate in the streets; those being set firmly in scarlet embrace heaps of rubbish. Lamentations 4:1-5, Berean Literal Bible. Public domain.
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