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I, Baruk, went to the Set-Apart Place, sat upon its ruins, wept, and said:
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O that my eyes were springs and the lids of my eyes a fountain of tears.
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How shall I groan over Tziyon, and how shall I mourn over Yerushalayim?
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For in this place where I now lie prostrate, the chief Kohen formerly brought the set-apart offerings and placed the incense of pleasant fragrances.
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But now our glory has become dust, and the desire of our being has become sand.