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In out-places shine do the chariots, They go to and fro in broad places, Their appearances are like torches, As lightnings they run.

Even she doth become an exile, She hath gone into captivity, Even her sucklings are dashed to pieces At the top of all out-places, And for her honoured ones they cast a lot, And all her great ones have been bound in fetters.