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14 Flocks and herds will lie down there,
    creatures of every kind.
The desert owl and the screech owl
    will roost on her columns;
will hoot at the window
    while the raven croaks at the doorway.
15 Is this the exultant city
    that once took pride in its security,
that said to itself,
    “I am supreme, without an equal”?
And what now has it come to?
    It is nothing but a desolate waste,
    a lair for wild animals,
at which every passer-by
    will hiss and shake his fist.

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