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Even the sea monsters draw out the breast,
they give suck to their young ones:
the daughter of my people is become cruel,
like the ostriches in the wilderness.
The tongue of the sucking child
cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst:
the young children ask bread,
and no man breaketh it unto them.

They that did feed delicately are desolate in the streets:
they that were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.

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