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Zion Is Punished

How the gold has grown dim,
the pure gold has changed.
The stones of holiness are scattered
    at the head of every street.
The precious sons of Zion
    weighed against fine gold,
how they are thought of as earthen vessels of clay,
    the work of the potter’s hands.
Even the jackal bears the beast
    and nurses their cubs;
but the daughter of my people has become ruthless,
    like ostriches in the wilderness.

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