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The tongue of the nursing child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst.
    The young children ask bread,
    and no one breaks it for them.

Those who ate delicacies are desolate in the streets.
    Those who were brought up in purple embrace dunghills.

For the iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the sin of Sodom,
    which was overthrown as in a moment.
    No hands were laid on her.

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