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Uncleanness has soiled her skirts,
    and she gave no thought to what would follow.
She fell in such a startling way,
    with no one to comfort her.
Look, Lord, upon my affliction,
    because my enemy is boasting.

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Her uncleanness was in her skirts;
    she did not remember her future,
she has descended beyond understanding,
    there is no comforter for her.
See, O Yahweh, my persecution!
    My enemy has been made great!

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