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11 Tremble, all of you who are at ease;
    shudder, all of you who are secure!
Strip yourselves, bare your skin,
    and tie mourning clothes around your waist,
12     beating your breasts for the pleasant fields,
    for the fruitful vine,
13     for my people’s soil
    growing barbs and thorns,
    for all the joyous houses
    in the jubilant town.

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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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