C onsumed by tears have been my eyes, Troubled have been my bowels, Poured out to the earth hath been my liver, For the breach of the daughter of my people; In infant and suckling being feeble, In the broad places of the city,
My eyes fail from weeping, my emotions are deeply disturbed, my heart is poured out upon the ground because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because infants and nurslings faint in the streets of the city.
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