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12 Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields,[a]
    for the fruitful vine,(A)
13 for the soil of my people
    growing up in thorns and briers,
yes, for all the joyous houses
    in the jubilant city.(B)
14 For the palace will be forsaken,
    the populous city deserted;
the hill and the watchtower
    will become dens forever,
the joy of wild asses,
    a pasture for flocks;(C)

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  1. 32.12 Gk: Heb on the lamenting breasts