O God the Gentiles are come into thine inheritance, they have polluted thy holy temple: they have made Jerusalem as a watch tower of fruits. They have made the carcases of thy servants, meat for the fowls of the air: the flesh of thy saints for the beasts of the land. They have poured out their blood as water round about Jerusalem: and there was none to bury them. We are become a reproach to our neighbours: a scorn and mock to them that are round about us.
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