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I said to the king, "Let the king live forever! Why shouldn't my face be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers' tombs, lies waste, and its gates have been consumed with fire?"
I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar's tents, like Solomon's curtains.
Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a spring of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
As for me, I have not hurried from being a shepherd after you; neither have I desired the woeful day; you know: that which came out of my lips was before your face.
At their presence the peoples are in anguish. All faces have grown pale.
When he drew near, he saw the city and wept over it,