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11 All her people groan
    as they desperately search for bread.
They trade their treasures for food
    to keep themselves alive.
Look, O Lord, and see
    how worthless I have become.
12 All of you who pass this way,
    look and see.
Is there any sorrow like the sorrow
    that has been inflicted upon me
which the Lord forced me to suffer
    on the day of his fierce anger?
13 From on high he sent down fire
    that lodged deep in my bones.
He spread a net for my feet
    and turned me back.
He left me desolate
    and in a state of weakness all day long.

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