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10 The elders of the daughter of Zion
    sit on the ground in silence.
They have strewn dust on their heads
    and wrapped themselves in sackcloth.
The maidens of Jerusalem
    bow their heads to the ground.
11 My eyes are exhausted from weeping,
    and torment afflicts my innermost being.
My gall is poured out on the earth
    because of the destruction of my people,
as children and infants faint
    in the streets of the city.
12 They keep crying out to their mothers,
    “Where is there bread and something to drink?”
as they faint like the wounded
    in the streets of the city,
and breathe their last
    in their mothers’ arms.

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