¹² Beat your breasts^(A) for the pleasant fields,
    for the fruitful vines^(B)
13 and for the land of my people,
    a land overgrown with thorns and briers^(C)—
yes, mourn^(D) for all houses of merriment
    and for this city of revelry.^(E)
14 The fortress^(F) will be abandoned,
    the noisy city deserted;^(G)
citadel and watchtower^(H) will become a wasteland forever,
    the delight of donkeys,^(I) a pasture for flocks,^(J)