Her filthiness clung to her skirts;
    she did not consider her future.(A)
Her fall(B) was astounding;
    there was none to comfort(C) her.
“Look, Lord, on my affliction,(D)
    for the enemy has triumphed.”

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Her filthiness is in her skirts; she remembereth not her last end; therefore she came down wonderfully: she had no comforter. O Lord, behold my affliction: for the enemy hath magnified himself.

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Her uncleanness is in her skirts;
She (A)did not consider her destiny;
Therefore her collapse was awesome;
She had no comforter.
“O Lord, behold my affliction,
For the enemy is exalted!”

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