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11 Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burnt up with fire, and all our precious things are laid waste.

12 Wilt thou restrain thyself in presence of these things, Jehovah? Wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?

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11 Our holy and glorious temple,(A) where our ancestors praised you,
    has been burned with fire,
    and all that we treasured(B) lies in ruins.
12 After all this, Lord, will you hold yourself back?(C)
    Will you keep silent(D) and punish us beyond measure?

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