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1 How is the gold become dim! How is the most fine gold changed! The hallowed stones are poured out At the head of every street. 2 The precious sons of Zion, Comparable to fine gold, How are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, The work of the hands of the potter! 3 Even the jackals draw out the breast, They give suck to their young ones; The daughter of my people is become cruel, Like the ostriches in the wilderness. 4 The tongue of the sucking child cleaveth To the roof of his mouth for thirst; The young children ask bread, And none breaketh it unto them. 5 They that did feed on dainties Are desolate in the streets; They that were brought up in scarlet Embrace dunghills. Lamentations 4:1-5, JPS Tanakh 1917. Public domain.
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