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10 The elders of the daughter of Zion sit upon the ground and keep silent. They have thrown dust upon their heads. They have girded themselves with sackcloth. The virgins of Jerusalem hang down their heads to the ground.

11 My eyes fail with tears. My bowels swell. My liver is poured upon the earth for the destruction of the daughter of my people, because the children and infants swoon in the streets of the city.

12 They have said to their mothers, “Where is bread and drink?” when they swooned like the wounded in the streets of the city, when they gave up the ghost in their mother’s bosom.

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