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It has despoiled my vine,
    and splintered my fig tree;
it has stripped off its bark
    and cast it away,
    leaving its branches white.

Lament like a virgin wearing sackcloth
    for the husband of her youth.
The grain offering and the drink offering
    are cut off from the house of the Lord;
the priests mourn, who are
    ministers to the Lord.

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