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Now their faces are blacker than soot,
    and no one recognizes them in the streets.
Their skin has shriveled tightly over their bones,
    as dry as a stick.
More blessed were those who died by the sword
    than those who died of hunger,
with their limbs wasting away,
    deprived of the produce of the field.
10 With their own hands, compassionate women
    have boiled their own children;
those offspring became their food
    when my people were on the verge of extinction,

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