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1Now their face is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets; their skin has shriveled on their bones; it has become as dry as wood.
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Happier were the victims of the sword than the victims of hunger, who wasted away, pierced by lack of the fruits of the field.
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2The hands of
3compassionate women
4have boiled their own children;
5they became their food during the destruction of the daughter of my people.
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6The LORD gave full vent to his wrath; he poured out his hot anger, and
7he kindled a fire in Zion that consumed its foundations.
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8The kings of the earth did not believe, nor any of the inhabitants of the world, that foe or enemy could enter the gates of Jerusalem.
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This was for
9the sins of her prophets and
10the iniquities of her priests, who shed in the midst of her the blood of the righteous.
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11They wandered, blind, through the streets; they were so defiled with blood
12that no one was able to touch their garments.
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"Away!
13Unclean!" people cried at them. "Away! Away! Do not touch!" So they became fugitives and wanderers; people said among the nations, "They shall stay with us no longer."
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14The LORD himself has scattered them; he will regard them no more;
15no honor was shown to the priests,
16no favor to the elders.
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17Our eyes failed, ever watching
18vainly for help; in our watching we watched for
19a nation which could not save.
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20They dogged our steps so that we could not walk in our streets;
21our end drew near; our days were numbered, for our end had come.