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The Lamentations 4
- "How the gold has grown dim,how the pure gold is changed!The holy stones lie scatteredat the head of every street."
- "The precious sons of Zion,worth their weight in fine gold,how they are reckoned as earthen pots,the work of a potter's hands!"
- "Even the jackals give the breastand suckle their young,but the daughter of my people has become cruel,like the ostriches in the wilderness." read more