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He hath laid my vine waste,
and barked my fig tree:
he hath made it clean bare,
and cast it away;
the branches thereof are made white.

Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth
for the husband of her youth.
The meat offering and the drink offering
is cut off from the house of the Lord;
the priests, the Lord’s ministers, mourn.

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