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10 The elders of the daughter of Zion sit on the ground and are silent.
    They throw dust on their heads and put on sackcloth.
    The virgins of Jerusalem bow their heads to the ground.
11 My eyes are worn out with tears. I am troubled in my heart.
    I am emotionally drained[a] over the breaking of the daughter of my people,
    while children and infants grow weak in the public squares of the city.
12 They ask their mothers, “Where are the grain and wine?”
    while they faint in the public squares of the city, like someone wounded,
    while they take their last breath in their mothers’ laps.

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Footnotes

  1. Lamentations 2:11 The Hebrew reads my liver is poured out to the ground.