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Our skin is hot as an oven, Because of the fever of famine.
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They ravished the women in Zion, The maidens in the cities of Judah.
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Princes were hung up by their hands, And elders were not respected.
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Young men ground at the millstones; Boys staggered under loads of wood.
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The elders have ceased gathering at the gate, And the young men from their music.
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The joy of our heart has ceased; Our dance has turned into mourning.
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The crown has fallen from our head. Woe to us, for we have sinned!
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Because of this our heart is faint; Because of these things our eyes grow dim;
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Because of Mount Zion which is desolate, With foxes walking about on it.
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You, O Lord, remain forever; Your throne from generation to generation.
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Why do You forget us forever, And forsake us for so long a time?