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11 Tremble, you women who are at ease,
    shudder, you complacent ones;
strip, and make yourselves bare,
    and put sackcloth on your loins.
12 Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields,
    for the fruitful vine,
13 for the soil of my people
    growing up in thorns and briers;
yes, for all the joyous houses
    in the jubilant city.

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11 Tremble,(A) you complacent women;
    shudder, you daughters who feel secure!(B)
Strip off your fine clothes(C)
    and wrap yourselves in rags.(D)
12 Beat your breasts(E) for the pleasant fields,
    for the fruitful vines(F)
13 and for the land of my people,
    a land overgrown with thorns and briers(G)
yes, mourn(H) for all houses of merriment
    and for this city of revelry.(I)

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