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11 Tremble, you women who are at ease;
    shudder, you complacent ones;
strip and make yourselves bare,
    and put sackcloth on your loins.(A)
12 Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields,[a]
    for the fruitful vine,(B)
13 for the soil of my people
    growing up in thorns and briers,
yes, for all the joyous houses
    in the jubilant city.(C)

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  1. 32.12 Gk: Heb on the lamenting breasts