Chapter XXXV
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1And I, Baruch, went to the holy place and sat down amid the ruins, and I wept and said,2
Would that mine eyes were springs of water, And mine eyelids a fountain of tears; 3 For how shall I lament for Zion, And how shall I mourn for Jerusalem? 4 Because in the very place where I now lie prostrate, The high priest of old offered holy sacrifices, And burned incense of fragrant odours. 5 But now our pride has turned to dust, And our hearts' desire to ashes.