How doth the city sit solitary, I heard it never slept. That was full of people! Where have they all gone? How is she become as a widow! Death stalks the streets. She that was great among the nations, Now is a laughing stock, a by-word. And princess among the provinces, She gave up honor for control. How is she become tributary! Under the heel of her oppressor?
Lamentations 1.1 – Princess
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