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Now their appearance is blacker than soot,
    they are not recognized in the streets;
their skin has shriveled on their bones,
    it has become dry like wood.
Happier were the victims of the sword
    than the victims of famine;
they have pined away, very hungry
    for the crops of my field.
10 The hands of compassionate women,
    have cooked their children;
they became as something to eat
    in the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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