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How the gold has become dim!
    The most pure gold has changed!
The stones of the sanctuary are poured out
    at the head of every street.

The precious sons of Zion,
    comparable to fine gold,
how they are esteemed as earthen pitchers,
    the work of the hands of the potter!

Even the jackals offer their breast.
    They nurse their young ones.
But the daughter of my people has become cruel,
    like the ostriches in the wilderness.

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