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It has made my vine a waste, and has broken my fig tree to pieces. It has torn off their covering and thrown it away. Their branches have become white.

Cry in sorrow like a young, pure woman dressed in cloth made from hair because the man she was going to marry is dead. The grain gifts and drink gifts have been cut off from the house of the Lord. The religious leaders who served the Lord are full of sorrow.

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