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For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water: for the comforter that should revive my soul is far from me; my children are desolate, for the enemy hath prevailed.

The slain with the sword are happier than the slain with hunger; for these pine away, stricken through for want of the fruits of the field.

For this our heart is faint; for these things our eyes have grown dim,