Chapter 35

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AND I, Baruk, went to the holy place, and sat down upon the ruins and wept and said:

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O that my eyes were springs, and my eyelids a fount of tears.

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For how shall I lament for Tsiyon, and how shall I mourn for Yerushalayim?

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Because in that place where I am now prostrate, of old the high priest offered holy sacrifices, And placed thereon an incense of fragrant odors.

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But now our glorying has been made into dust, and the desire of our soul into sand.



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