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It has broken my vines.
It has destroyed my fig trees.
It has eaten the outside of the trees.
It has thrown them away.
It has left their branches white.
Cry like a girl that no man ever loved.
She is crying because her promised husband is dead.
There will be no more gifts of food or drink.
They will not reach the house of the Lord.
The priests, the servants of the Lord,
are very, very sad.

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