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They pursue at our heels; We labor and have no rest.
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We have given our hand to the Egyptians And the Assyrians, to be satisfied with bread.
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Our fathers sinned and are no more, But we bear their iniquities.
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Servants rule over us; There is none to deliver us from their hand.
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We get our bread at the risk of our lives, Because of the sword in the wilderness.
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Our skin is hot as an oven, Because of the fever of famine.
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They ravished the women in Zion, The maidens in the cities of Judah.
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Princes were hung up by their hands, And elders were not respected.
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Young men ground at the millstones; Boys staggered under loads of wood.
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The elders have ceased gathering at the gate, And the young men from their music.
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The joy of our heart has ceased; Our dance has turned into mourning.