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The sons of Zion are worth their weight in fine gold. But they are thought of as clay pots, the work of a pot-maker’s hands! Even wild dogs give their breast to feed their young, but my people show no pity. They are like ostriches in the desert. The baby’s tongue sticks to the roof of its mouth because of thirst. The children beg for bread, but no one gives it to them.

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