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18 Their heart cried to the Lord:
O wall of the daughter of Zion,
    let your tears run down
    like a river day and night;
give yourself no rest,
    your eyes no respite!

19 Arise, cry out in the night,
    at the beginning of the watches;
pour out your heart like water
    before the face of the Lord.
Lift your hands to Him
    for the lives of your young children,
who faint for hunger
    at the head of every street.

20 Look, O Lord, and consider!
    To whom have You done this?
Should the women eat their offspring,
    the children who were born healthy?
Should the priest and the prophet be killed
    in the sanctuary of the Lord?

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