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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.
10 The hands of compassionate women boiled their children.
    Their children became their food when the daughter of my people was broken.

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