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14 The yoke of my transgressions
    was bound; by His hand
they were fastened together; they were set upon my neck.
    He made my strength fail;
the Lord delivered me into the hands
    of those whom I am not able to withstand.

15 The Lord has trampled underfoot
    all my mighty men in my midst;
He has called an assembly against me
    to crush my young men;
The Lord has trodden the virgin daughter of Judah
    as in a winepress.

16 For these things I weep;
    my eyes flow with tears;
for the comforter, who should relieve my soul,
    is far from me.
My children are desolate
    for the enemy has prevailed.

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