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14 My sins have been bound into a yoke,
    woven together by his hand.
They weigh down my neck
    and sap my strength.
The Lord has handed me over
    to those whom I cannot withstand.
15 The Lord has totally rejected
    all the warriors in my midst,
and he has summoned an army against me
    to crush my young warriors.
The Lord has trodden in the winepress
    the virgin daughter of Judah.
16 This is why I weep
    and my eyes flow with tears.
Anyone who could comfort and strengthen me
    is far from my presence.
My children are desolate,
    for the enemy has prevailed.

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