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Though the precious people of Zion
    were like fine gold,
how they are valued like clay vessels,
    the handiwork of a potter!

Even wild animals nurse,
    suckling their young;
but the women of my people are cruel,
    like ostriches in the wilderness.

The nursing child’s tongue
    cleaves to its palate from thirst.
Young children beg for bread,
    but no one gives them any.

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