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The precious sons of Zion
    weighed against fine gold,
how they are thought of as earthen vessels of clay,
    the work of the potter’s hands.
Even the jackal bears the beast
    and nurses their cubs;
but the daughter of my people has become ruthless,
    like ostriches in the wilderness.
The tongue of the nursling cleaves
    to its palate in thirst.
Children beg for food,
    no one lays it out before them.[a]

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Footnotes

  1. Lamentations 4:4 Literally “nothing spreads to them”