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Lamentations 2:12
They say to their mothers, Where is grain and wine? when they are falling like the wounded in the open squares of the town, when their life is drained out on their mother's breast.

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Lamentations 2:11
My eyes are wasted with weeping, the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved, my inner parts are drained out on the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because of the young children and babies at the breast who are falling without strength in the open squares of the town.

Lamentations 4:4
The tongue of the child at the breast is fixed to the roof of his mouth for need of drink: the young children are crying out for bread, and no man gives it to them.

Lamentations 4:5
Those who were used to feasting on delicate food are wasted in the streets: those who as children were dressed in purple are stretched out on the dust.

Lamentations 4:7
Her holy ones were cleaner than snow, they were whiter than milk, their bodies were redder than corals, their form was as the sapphire:

Lamentations 4:8
Their face is blacker than night; in the streets no one has knowledge of them: their skin is hanging on their bones, they are dry, they have become like wood.

Lamentations 4:9
Those who have been put to the sword are better off than those whose death is caused by need of food; for these come to death slowly, burned up like the fruit of the field.

Lamentations 4:10
The hands of kind-hearted women have been boiling their children; they were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.

2 Kings 25:3
Now on the ninth day of the fourth month, the store of food in the town was almost gone, so that there was no food for the people of the land.

Isaiah 51:20
Your sons are overcome, like a roe in a net; they are full of the wrath of the Lord, the punishment of your God.

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Lamentations 1:11
Breathing out grief all her people are looking for bread; they have given their desired things for food to give them life: see, O Lord, and take note; for she has become a thing of shame.

Lamentations 1:19
I sent for my lovers, but they were false to me: my priests and my responsible men were breathing their last breath in the town, while they were looking for food to give them new life.

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