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Devastation of Jerusalem

How dulled is the gold,
    how tarnished the fine gold.
The sacred gems are poured out
    at the corner of every street.
The precious sons of Zion,
    once worth their weight in gold—
alas! now they are treated like clay jars,
    the work of a potter’s hands!
Even jackals offer their breast
    to nurse their young.
The daughter of my people has become cruel,
    like ostriches in the desert.

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