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12 Beat your breasts in mourning
    for the pleasant fields,
    for the fruitful vines,
13 because my people’s land will yield only thorns and briers.
Weep for all the houses where you partied,
    in the city where you celebrated.
14 Then the fortress will be abandoned.
The crowded city will be deserted.
The citadel and the watchtower will become
    rugged ruins[a] for a long time,
    enjoyed by wild donkeys,
    and a pasture for flocks,

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  1. Isaiah 32:14 Or animals’ dens