King James VersionLamentations2,12

Lamentations 2:12

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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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. 13 What thing shall I take to wit­ness for thee? what thing shall I liken to thee, O daugh­ter of Jerusalem? what shall I equal to thee, that I may com­fort thee, O vir­gin daugh­ter of Zion? for thy breach is great like the sea: who can heal thee?

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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.