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OY, O Land
Lamentations 4 & 5 (excerpts)
How dark the gold has become,
How the pure gold has changed!
The sacred stones are poured out
At the corner of every street.
Even Jackals offer the breast,
They nurse their young;
But the daughter of my people has become cruel
Like ostriches in the wilderness.
The tongue of the infant cleaves
To the roof of its mouth because of thirst;
The little ones ask for bread,
But no one breaks it for them.
Those who ate delicacies
Are desolate in the streets;
Those reared in purple
Embrace ash pits.
Their appearance is blacker than soot,
They are not recognized in the streets;
Their skin is shriveled on their bones,
It is withered, it has become like wood.
Better are those slain with the sword
Than those slain with hunger;
For they pine away, being stricken
For lack of the fruits of the field.
The hands of compassionate women
Boiled their own children;
They became food for them
Because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.
Remember, O Lord, what has befallen us;
Look, and see our reproach.
…“Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did not do it to one of the least of these,
you did not do it to me. These will go away into eternal punishment,
but the righteous to eternal life.” Jesus, the Christ (Matthew 25: 45, 46)
May God have mercy on our land as judges order the starvation of the helpless.
Eric adds: LaShawn too is distressed.
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