Lamentations 4:1
How the gold has become dim! The most pure gold has changed! The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.
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Lamentations 4:1
How the gold has become dim! The most pure gold has changed! The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.
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Lamentations 4:3
Even the jackals offer their breast. They nurse their young ones. But the daughter of my people has become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.
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Lamentations 4:4
The tongue of the nursing child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst. The young children ask bread, and no one breaks it for them.
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Lamentations 4:7
Her nobles were purer than snow. They were whiter than milk. They were more ruddy in body than rubies. Their polishing was like sapphire.
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