Chapter 11

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MOREOVER, I, Baruk, say this against you, Babel: If you had prospered, and Tsiyon had dwelt in her glory, yet the grief to us had been great that you should be equal to Tsiyon.

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But now, lo! the grief is infinite, and the lamentation measureless, for lo! you are prospered and Tsiyon desolate.

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Who will be judge regarding these things? Or to whom shall we complain regarding that which has befallen us? O Yahuah, how have you borne it?

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Our fathers went to rest without grief and lo! the righteous sleep in the earth in tranquility.

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For they knew not this anguish, nor yet had they heard of that which had befallen us.

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Would that you had ears, O earth, and that you had a heart, O dust, that ye might go and announce in She'ol, and say to the dead:

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Blessed are ye more than we who live.



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