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14 My transgressions are bound into a yoke,
        woven together by His hand.
    They have come upon my neck
        and He has sapped my strength.
    The Lord delivered me over
    to those I cannot withstand.
15 The Lord has rejected
    all the mighty ones in my midst.
He has summoned an assembly against me
    to crush my young men.
In a winepress the Lord has trampled[a]
    the virgin daughter of Judah.
16 Over these things I weep.
    My eyes overflow with water.
For far from me is a comforter,
    who might refresh my soul.
My children are desolate,
    because the enemy has prevailed.”

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