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For a people has come up upon my land, strong, and without number, whose teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the molars of a great lion.

He has laid my vine waste and barked my fig tree: he has made it clean bare and cast it away; its branches are made white.

¶ Lament like a young woman girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.

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A nation has invaded my land,
    a mighty army without number;(A)
it has the teeth(B) of a lion,
    the fangs of a lioness.
It has laid waste(C) my vines
    and ruined my fig trees.(D)
It has stripped off their bark
    and thrown it away,
    leaving their branches white.

Mourn like a virgin in sackcloth(E)
    grieving for the betrothed of her youth.

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