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But when all of them had stopped consoling me, encouraging me to be quiet, I got up in the night and fled, and I came to this field, as you see.
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And now I intend not to return to the town, but to stay here; I will neither eat nor drink, but will mourn and fast continually until I die."
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Then I broke off the reflections with which I was still engaged, and answered her in anger and said,
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"You most foolish of women, do you not see our mourning, and what has happened to us?
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For Zion, the mother of us all, is in deep grief and great distress.
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It is most appropriate to mourn now, because we are all mourning, and to be sorrowful, because we are all sorrowing; you are sorrowing for one son, but we, the whole world, for our mother.
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Now ask the earth, and she will tell you that it is she who ought to mourn over so many who have come into being upon her.
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From the beginning all have been born of her, and others will come; and, lo, almost all go to perdition, and a multitude of them will come to doom.
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Who then ought to mourn the more, she who lost so great a multitude, or you who are grieving for one alone?
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But if you say to me, "My lamentation is not like the earth's, for I have lost the fruit of my womb, which I brought forth in pain and bore in sorrow;
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but it is with the earth according to the way of the earth—the multitude that is now in it goes as it came';