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12 Weep and hit your breasts,
    because your good fields have no crops,
    and your vines have no grapes.
13 Weep because of what has happened to my people's land.
    Only thorn bushes and weeds grow there.
Weep because there are no longer any happy homes.
    There are no more parties in the city.
14 Nobody will remain in the king's great palace.
    The city that is now full of people will be empty.
The city's hill and its strong buildings
    will become heaps of stones for ever.
Wild donkeys will play in those places,
    and sheep will find grass to eat.

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