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The tongue of the infant cleaves
    to the roof of his mouth for thirst;
the children beg for bread,
    but no one divides it for them.

Those who once ate delicacies
    are desolate in the streets;
those who were brought up in scarlet
    embrace ash heaps.

For the iniquity of the daughter of my people
    is greater than the sin of Sodom,
which was overthrown in a moment,
    and no hands were wrung for her.

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