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The noble men of Zion, comparable to fine gold, how they are regarded as earthen pitchers, the work of the potter’s hands!

Even the dragons present their breasts to nurse their young; but the daughter of my people has become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.

The tongue of the infant child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst. The young children ask for bread, but no one breaks it for them.

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