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26 Daughter of my people, dress in sackcloth,
    roll in the ashes.
Mourn as for an only child
    with bitter wailing:
“How suddenly the destroyer
    comes upon us!”(A)

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Chapter 9

The Corruption of the People

Oh, that I had in the wilderness
    a travelers’ lodging!
That I might leave my people
    and depart from them.
They are all adulterers,
    a band of traitors.

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17 Speak to them this word:

Let my eyes stream with tears
    night and day, without rest,
Over the great destruction which overwhelms
    the virgin daughter of my people,
    over her incurable wound.(A)

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