The Horror of the Siege and Famine

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¶ How is the gold become dim! how is the most fine gold changed! the stones of the sanctuary are poured out in the top of every street.

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The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, how are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!

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Even the sea monsters draw out the breast, they give suck to their young ones: the daughter of my people is become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.

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The tongue of the sucking child cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst: the young children ask bread, and no man breaketh it unto them.

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They that did feed delicately are desolate in the streets: they that were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.

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For the punishment of the iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the punishment of the sin of Sodom, that was overthrown as in a moment, and no hands stayed on her.

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Her Nazarites were purer than snow, they were whiter than milk, they were more ruddy in body than rubies, their polishing was of sapphire:

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Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.

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They that be slain with the sword are better than they that be slain with hunger: for these pine away, stricken through for want of the fruits of the field.

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The hands of the pitiful women have sodden their own children: they were their meat in the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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