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In its streets they wear sackcloth;
on its rooftops and in its public squares everyone wails,
falling down and weeping.

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Listen! Their warriors cry loudly in the streets;
the messengers of peace weep bitterly.(A)

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If my head were a flowing spring,
my eyes a fountain of tears,
I would weep day and night(A)
over the slain of my dear[a] people.

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Footnotes

  1. 9:1 Lit slain among the daughter of my

Mourning for the Pierced One

10 ‘Then I will pour out a spirit[a](A) of grace and prayer on the house of David and the residents of Jerusalem, and they will look at[b] me whom they pierced. They will mourn for him as one mourns for an only child and weep bitterly for him as one weeps for a firstborn.(B)

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Footnotes

  1. 12:10 Or out the Spirit
  2. 12:10 Or to