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The elders of the daughter of Zion
Sit on the ground, they are silent.
They have thrown dust on their heads;
They have girded themselves with sackcloth.
The virgins of Jerusalem
Have bowed their heads to the ground.

He has broken my teeth with gravel;
He has made me cower in the dust.

Let him put his mouth in the dust,
Perhaps there is hope.