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The precious sons of Zion,
    comparable to fine gold,
how they are esteemed as earthen pots,
    the work of a potter’s hands!

Even the jackals offer the breast;
    they nurse their young,
yet the daughter of my people has become cruel,
    like ostriches in the wilderness.

The tongue of the infant cleaves
    to the roof of his mouth for thirst;
the children beg for bread,
    but no one divides it for them.

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