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15 The Lord has tossed aside all the strong men in my midst.
    He called an assembly against me to break my best young men.
    The Lord has trampled the virgin daughter of Judah in a winepress.
16 Because of these things, I am weeping. My eye, my eye flows with water,
    because the comforter, the one who restores my soul, is far away from me.
    My children have become desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.
17 Zion spreads out her hands, but there is no one to comfort her.
    The Lord has commanded those who surround Jacob to be his foes.
    Among them, Jerusalem has become an unclean thing.

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