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- Tremble, you women who are at ease; Be troubled, you complacent daughters; Strip, undress and put sackcloth on your waist,
- Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine,
- For the land of my people in which thorns and briars shall come up; Yea, for all the joyful houses and for the jubilant city.
- Because the palace has been abandoned, the populated city forsaken Hill and watch-tower have become caves forever, A delight for wild donkeys, a pasture for flocks;
- Until the Spirit is poured out upon us from on high, And the wilderness becomes a fertile field, And the fertile field is considered as a forest.
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