A darkened room. An air conditioner in the window struggling to do its job. Rows of cots filled with weeping women. Women in pain—physically, emotionally and spiritually.
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Hear, O women, the word of the LORD,
And let your ear receive the word of his mouth;
Teach to your daughters a lament,…
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