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THOU afflicted, drunken not with wine!

Cast to the earth thy timbrel; strip thee bare;

Yea, make thee bald; let not thy beauty shine;

Despoil of comeliness thy presence fair;

Lift up a wailing on the mountain height;

Turn thee to all thy borders; seek thy flight.

And cry before the Lord

For thresholds waste,

For thresholds waste;

Cry for thy little ones

Slain of the sword;

Lift up thine hands to Him,

To Him implored.