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12 Beat your breasts in grief, because the fields that were pleasant are now empty.
    Cry, because the vines that once had fruit now have no more grapes.
13 Cry for the land of my people,
    in which only thorns and weeds now grow.
Cry for the city that once was happy
    and for all the houses that once were filled with joy.
14 The palace will be empty;
    people will leave the noisy city.
Strong cities and towers will be empty.
    Wild donkeys will love to live there, and sheep will go there to eat.

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