9 Her filthiness is in her skirts; she remembereth not her last end; therefore she came down wonderfully: she had no comforter . O LORD, behold my affliction: for the enemy hath magnified himself.
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Her filthiness clung to her skirts; she did not consider her future. Her fall was astounding; there was none to comfort her. “Look, LORD, on my affliction, for the enemy has triumphed.”