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18 Their heart cried to the Lord.
    O wall of the daughter of Zion,
    let tears run down like a river day and night.
Give yourself no relief.
    Don’t let your eyes rest.

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 up your hands toward him for the life of your young children,
    who faint for hunger at the head of every street.

20 “Look, Yahweh, and see to whom you have done thus!
    Should the women eat their offspring,
    the children that they held and bounced on their knees?
    Should the priest and the prophet be killed in the sanctuary of the Lord?

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