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The mirth of the timbrels is stilled;
    the noise of the jubilant has ceased;
    the mirth of the lyre is stilled.(A)

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10 Our skin is black as an oven
    from the scorching heat of famine.(A)
11 Women are raped in Zion,
    young women in the towns of Judah.(B)
12 Princes are hung up by their hands;
    no respect is shown to the elders.(C)
13 Young men are compelled to grind,
    and boys stagger under loads of wood.(D)
14 The old men have left the city gate,
    the young men their music.
15 The joy of our hearts has ceased;
    our dancing has been turned to mourning.(E)
16 The crown has fallen from our head;
    woe to us, for we have sinned!
17 Because of this our hearts are sick;
    because of these things our eyes have grown dim:(F)
18 because of Mount Zion, which lies desolate;
    jackals prowl over it.

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21 I will hand it over to strangers as plunder,
    to the wicked of the earth as spoil;
    they shall profane it.(A)

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21 He arrogantly entered the sanctuary and took the golden altar, the lampstand for the light, and all its utensils.(A)

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