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he said:

“Woe is me! Why was I born
    to see the ruin of my people,
    the ruin of the holy city—
To dwell there
    as it was given into the hands of enemies,
    the sanctuary into the hands of strangers?
Her temple has become like a man disgraced,
    her glorious vessels carried off as spoils,
Her infants murdered in her streets,
    her youths by the sword of the enemy.(A)

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