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11 Caph. All her people sigh, they seek bread: they have given all their precious things for food to relieve the soul: see, O Lord, and consider, for I am become vile.

12 Lamed. O all ye that pass by the way, attend, and see if there be any sorrow like to my sorrow: for he hath made a vintage of me, as the Lord spoke in the day of his fierce anger.

13 Mem. From above he hath sent fire into my bones, and hath chastised me: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate, wasted with sorrow all the day long.

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11 All her people groan(A)
    as they search for bread;(B)
they barter their treasures for food
    to keep themselves alive.
“Look, Lord, and consider,
    for I am despised.”

12 “Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by?(C)
    Look around and see.
Is any suffering like my suffering(D)
    that was inflicted on me,
that the Lord brought on me
    in the day of his fierce anger?(E)

13 “From on high he sent fire,
    sent it down into my bones.(F)
He spread a net(G) for my feet
    and turned me back.
He made me desolate,(H)
    faint(I) all the day long.

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