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12 Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields,
    for the fruitful vine,
13 for the land of my people
    in which thorns and briers shall come up,
yes, for all the joyful houses
    and for the jubilant city;
14 because the palaces have been forsaken,
    the populated city is forsaken.
The forts and towers shall be caves forever,
    a joy of wild donkeys, a pasture of flocks,

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