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The precious sons of Zion, who were worth their weight in gold,
    now are treated like clay jars, the work of a potter’s hands!
Even jackals offer a breast and nurse their young,
    but the daughter of my people has become cruel, like an ostrich in the wilderness.
The baby’s tongue sticks to the roof of its mouth because of thirst.
    Children ask for bread, but no one shares with them.

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