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15 The Lord has trampled underfoot
    all my mighty men in my midst;
He has called an assembly against me
    to crush my young men;
The Lord has trodden the virgin daughter of Judah
    as in a winepress.

16 For these things I weep;
    my eyes flow with tears;
for the comforter, who should relieve my soul,
    is far from me.
My children are desolate
    for the enemy has prevailed.

17 Zion spreads out her hands,
    but there is no one to comfort her;
the Lord has commanded against Jacob
    that his neighbors should be his adversaries;
    Jerusalem has become a filthy thing among them.

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