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|Lamentações 4:1| How is the gold become dim! [how] is the most pure gold changed!The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.
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|Lamentações 4:2| The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold,How are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!
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|Lamentações 4:3| Even the jackals draw out the breast, they nurse their young ones:The daughter of my people is become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.
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|Lamentações 4:4| The tongue of the nursing child cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst:The young children ask bread, and no man breaketh it unto them.
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|Lamentações 4:5| They that did feed delicately are desolate in the streets:They that were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.
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|Lamentações 4:6| For the iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the sin of Sodom,That was overthrown as in a moment, and no hands were laid upon her.
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|Lamentações 4:7| Her nobles were purer than snow, they were whiter than milk; They were more ruddy in body than rubies, their polishing was as of sapphire.
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|Lamentações 4:8| Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets:Their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.
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|Lamentações 4:9| They that are slain with the sword are better than they that are slain with hunger; For these pine away, stricken through, for want of the fruits of the field.
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|Lamentações 4:10| The hands of the pitiful women have boiled their own children; They were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.
