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12 Hungry and thirsty, they cry to their mothers;
    They fall in the streets as though they were wounded,
    And slowly die in their mothers' arms.

13 O Jerusalem, beloved Jerusalem, what can I say?
    How can I comfort you? No one has ever suffered like this.
    Your disaster is boundless as the ocean; there is no possible hope.

14 Your prophets had nothing to tell you but lies;
    Their preaching deceived you by never exposing your sin.
    They made you think you did not need to repent.

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