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Thou that art full of stirrings, a tumultuous city, a joyous city; thy slain men are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.

All thy rulers have fled together; they are bound by the archers. All that are found in thee are bound together, who have fled from afar.

Therefore said I, “Look away from me; I will be bitter in weeping. Labor not to comfort me, because of the despoiling of the daughter of my people.”

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