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16 Those who are left alive and who escape will be on the mountains, moaning like doves of the valleys about their own sin.

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I wish my head were like a spring of water
    and my eyes like a fountain of tears!
Then I could cry day and night
    for my people who have been killed.

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I wish I had a place in the desert—
    a house where travelers spend the night—
so I could leave my people.
    I could go away from them,
because they are all unfaithful to God;
    they are all turning against him.

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