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Now their faces are blacker than coal;
    they are unrecognized in the streets.
Their skin clings to their bones;
    it has become dry like a stick.

Those who die by the sword are better off
    than those who die from starvation,
who slowly waste away like those pierced through
    for lack of food from the fields.

10 With their own hands, compassionate women
    boil their own children—
they become their food—
    when my beloved people were[a] destroyed.

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  1. Lamentations 4:10 Lit. when the daughter of my people was