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The tongue of the nursling cleaves
    to its palate in thirst.
Children beg for food,
    no one lays it out before them.[a]
The ones who eat delicacies,
    they are ruined in the streets;
the ones nurtured in purple
    lie on piles of trash.
The iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater
    than the sin of Sodom;
it was overthrown in a moment
    and no hands were laid on her.

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Footnotes

  1. Lamentations 4:4 Literally “nothing spreads to them”