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We get our bread at the peril of our lives, because of the sword in the wilderness.
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Our skin is hot as an oven with the burning heat of famine.
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Women are ravished in Zion, virgins in the towns of Judah.
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Princes are hung up by their hands; no respect is shown to the elders.
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Young men are compelled to grind at the mill; and boys stagger under loads of wood.
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The old men have quit the city gate, the young men their music.
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The joy of our hearts has ceased; our dancing has been turned to mourning.
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The crown has fallen from our head; woe to us, for we have sinned!
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For this our heart has become sick, for these things our eyes have grown dim,
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for Mount Zion which lies desolate; jackals prowl over it.
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But thou, O LORD, dost reign for ever; thy throne endures to all generations.
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Why dost thou forget us for ever, why dost thou so long forsake us?
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Restore us to thyself, O LORD, that we may be restored! Renew our days as of old!
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Or hast thou utterly rejected us? Art thou exceedingly angry with us?