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16     Thus says the Lord of hosts:
Inquire, and call the wailing women to come;
    summon the most skilled of them.
17 Let them come quickly
    and raise for us a dirge,
That our eyes may run with tears,
    our pupils flow with water.(A)
18 The sound of the dirge is heard from Zion:
    We are ruined and greatly ashamed;
We have left the land,
    given up our dwellings!

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