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Those who ate delicacies are desolate in the streets.
    Those who were brought up in purple embrace dunghills.

For the iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the sin of Sodom,
    which was overthrown as in a moment.
    No hands were laid on her.

Her nobles were purer than snow.
    They were whiter than milk.
They were more ruddy in body than rubies.
    Their polishing was like sapphire.

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