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12 To their mothers they say,
    “Where is the bread and wine?”
as they faint like the wounded
    in the public squares of a city,
as their life is being poured out
    onto the bosom of their mothers.
13 What can I say for you? What can I compare to you,
    O daughter of Jerusalem?
To what can I liken you so that I can comfort you,
    O virgin daughter of Zion?
For your destruction is as vast as the sea;
    who can heal you?
14 Your prophets had a vision for you,
    false and worthless;
they have not exposed your sin,
    to restore your fortune;
they have seen oracles for you,
    false and misleading.

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