Her filthiness clung to her skirts;
    she did not consider her future.(A)
Her fall(B) was astounding;
    there was none to comfort(C) her.
“Look, Lord, on my affliction,(D)
    for the enemy has triumphed.”

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Her uncleanness shows on her clothing; she didn’t consider what would happen to her.
She’s gone down shockingly; she has no comforter.
Lord, look at my suffering—the enemy has definitely triumphed!”

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Her filthiness is in her skirts; she remembereth not her last end; therefore she came down wonderfully: she had no comforter. O Lord, behold my affliction: for the enemy hath magnified himself.

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