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I will make their widows more numerous than the sand on the seashore.
At noon I will bring a destroyer against the mothers of their
        young men.
I will bring anguish and terror down on them suddenly.
The mother of seven will grow faint.
She will breathe her last.
Her sun will set while it is still day,
and she will be ashamed and humiliated.
The survivors I will put to the sword in the presence of their enemies,
        declares the Lord.

Jeremiah’s Complaint

10 I am so miserable, my mother, that you gave birth to me.

I am the man with whom the whole land argues and quarrels.

I have not lent or borrowed, but everyone curses me.

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