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Lamentations 2:11

— Mine eyes do fail with tears, my bow­els are trou­bled, my liv­er is poured upon the earth, for the de­struc­tion of the daugh­ter of my peo­ple; be­cause the chil­dren and the suck­lings swoon in the streets of the city.

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…10 The el­ders of the daugh­ter of Zion sit upon the ground, and keep si­lence: they have cast up dust upon their heads; they have gird­ed them­selves with sack­cloth: the vir­gins of Jerusalem hang down their heads to the ground. 11 Mine eyes do fail with tears, my bow­els are trou­bled, my liv­er is poured upon the earth, for the de­struc­tion of the daugh­ter of my peo­ple; be­cause the chil­dren and the suck­lings swoon in the streets of the city. 12 They say to their moth­ers, Where is corn and wine? when they swooned as the wound­ed in the streets of the city, when their soul was poured out into their moth­ers' bo­som.…

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