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11 Alt hennes folk sukker og søker efter brød; de gir sine kostelige ting bort for mat, for å opholde livet. Se, Herre, Se hvor foraktet jeg er blitt!
16 For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runs down with water; Because the comforter who should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy has prevailed.