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“ As a wine-press my lord stepped over the virgin daughters of Judea.
16 For those I do cry, eyes my eyes drop water, because far from me is any comforter, soul rescuer; my sons were desolate because the enemy has won.
17 Zion spread in her hands, she has no comforter, Yahweh commanded Ya'akov (Jacob) troubles wind around him, Jerusalem becomes menstrual between them.
18 Righteous is Yahweh, whose mouth I have spited. Listen now, all people, and witness my pain, my virgins, my strong men, they have gone captive. ”

“ Would women eat their fruit, the wailing infants held close, Would a priest and a prophet be struck down in the temple of the lord?
21 Laid down on the earth all but youths and elders, my virgins and my virile men fell to the sword, you killed on the day of your wrath, you slaughtered, showed no mercy.
22 Call like a holiday my hosts around me, and there wasn't in the day of Yahweh's wrath a single refugee or survivor; those I nurtured and multiplied, my enemy destroyed. ”

“ Her gates are desolate, her priests sigh; her virgins touched, and she is bitter.
5 Her troubles are at a head, her enemies at peace, because Yahweh hurt her for her many crimes, her toddlers taken captive, before the foe.
6 And all her splendor has escaped from the daughter of Zion, her ministers were as does who couldn't find a pasture; and exhausted walk before a pursuer.
7 Yerushalayim (Jerusalem) remembered her days of agony and rebellion, all her admirers from former days; In the fall of her people in the hand of the foe, and none help her-- see her straits, mirth at her desertion. ”