How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people! how is she become as a widow! she that was great among the nations, and princess among the provinces, how is she become tributary!
She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks; among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her: ...
...all her gates are desolate: ...she is in bitterness.
...all her beauty is departed...
Is it nothing to you , all ye that pass by? ...
For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water... my children are desolate...
...I am in distress; ... mine heart is turned within me...abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
--Book of Lamentations, Jeremiah, King James Bible
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