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Their form has become darker than soot!
    They are not recognized in the street.
Their skin has shriveled on their bones,
    withered like a tree.
Better are those slain by the sword
    than those struck down by famine—
they waste away, racked with pain,
    for lack of fruits of the field.
10 The hands of compassionate women
    boiled their own children.
They became their food
    when the daughter of my people were destroyed.

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