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Beth

The precious sons of Zion,
Weighed against fine gold,
How they are regarded as (A)earthen jars,
The work of a potter’s hands!

Gimel

Even (B)jackals offer the breast;
They nurse their young;
But the daughter of my people has become (C)cruel
Like (D)ostriches in the wilderness.

Daleth

The (E)tongue of the nursing baby cleaves
To the roof of its mouth because of (F)thirst;
The infants (G)ask for bread,
But no one breaks it for them.

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