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Her consecrated ones[a] were brighter than snow. They were whiter than milk.
    Their bones were redder than rubies; their facets shined like sapphires.
Now their faces have become the darkest black. They cannot be recognized in the streets.
    Their skin has shriveled on their bones. It is as dry as a stick of wood.
Those cut down by the sword are better off than those cut down by hunger,
    those who waste away, pierced with pain, with no crops to eat from the field.

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  1. Lamentations 4:7 Or Nazirites