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For a nation has invaded my land,
    powerful and too vast to count,
possessing teeth like those of a lion,
    and the fangs of a lioness.
It has laid waste my vines
    and destroyed my fig trees,
stripping off their bark
    and leaving their branches white.
Lament like a virgin garbed in sackcloth
    grieving for the betrothed of her youth.

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