12 Essi chiedevano alle loro madri: "Dov’è il pane, dov’è il vino?…" e intanto venivano meno come de’ feriti a morte nelle piazze della città, e rendevano l’anima sul seno delle madri loro.
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They say to their mothers, “Where is bread and wine?” as they faint like the wounded in the streets of the city, as their lives ebb away in their mothers’ arms.