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13 The enemy made our young men grind grain at the mill.
    Our young men stumbled under loads of wood.
14 The elders no longer sit at the gates of the city.
    The young men no longer make music.
15 We have no more joy in our hearts.
    Our dancing has changed to crying for the dead.

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13 Young men toil at the millstones;
    boys stagger under loads of wood.
14 The elders are gone from the city gate;
    the young men have stopped their music.(A)
15 Joy is gone from our hearts;
    our dancing has turned to mourning.(B)

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