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12 Beat your breasts lamenting for pleasant fields,
or fruitful vine,
13 for the land of my people,
    where thorns and briars come up,
for all the joyful houses
    of the jubilant city.

14 For the palace will be abandoned;
the bustling city will be deserted;
the citadel and watchtower will become a wasteland forever,
    a delight of wild donkeys,
    a pasture for flocks,

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