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Zion spreads out her hands; she has no comforter. The LORD commanded Jacob's enemies to surround him. Jerusalem is just a piece of garbage to them.
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The LORD is right, because I disobeyed his word. Listen, all you people; look at my suffering. My young women and young men have gone away as prisoners.
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I called to my lovers, but they deceived me. My priests and my elders have perished in the city; they were looking for food to survive.
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Pay attention, LORD, for I am in trouble. My stomach is churning; my heart is pounding inside me because I am so bitter. In the streets the sword kills; in the house it is like death.
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People heard that I was groaning, that I had no comforter. All my enemies heard about my distress; they were thrilled that you had done this. Bring the day you have announced so they become like me!