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Zion's young people were as precious to us as gold,
    but now they are treated like common clay pots.

Even a mother wolf will nurse her cubs,
    but my people are like ostriches, cruel to their young.

They let their babies die of hunger and thirst;
    children are begging for food that no one will give them.

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How the precious children of Zion,(A)
    once worth their weight in gold,
are now considered as pots of clay,
    the work of a potter’s hands!

Even jackals offer their breasts
    to nurse their young,
but my people have become heartless
    like ostriches in the desert.(B)

Because of thirst(C) the infant’s tongue
    sticks to the roof of its mouth;(D)
the children beg for bread,
    but no one gives it to them.(E)

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