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Her uncleanness was in her skirts;
    she took no thought of her future;
her downfall was appalling,
    with none to comfort her.
Look, O Lord, at my affliction,
    for the enemy has triumphed!(A)

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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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