Lamentations 1–2
How Doth the City Sit Solitary
Five poems, four of them alphabetical, written by somebody who was there. The city that was full of people sits like a widow, her friends have all turned on her, and the roads to Zion mourn because nobody comes to the feasts any more. The second poem refuses to let God off the hook: he has bent his bow like an enemy. Children faint in the street asking their mothers for bread.
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