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19 I called for my lovers,
    but they deceived me;
my priests and my elders
    perished in the city,
while they sought food
    to restore their strength.

20 Look, O Lord, for I am in distress;
    my soul is greatly troubled;
my heart is overturned within me,
    for I have grievously rebelled.
In the street the sword bereaves,
    at home it is like death.

21 They have heard my groaning,
    yet there is no one to comfort me.
All my enemies have heard of my trouble;
    they are glad that You have done it.
Bring the day that You have announced,
    that they become like me.

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