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11 Women, you are calm now, but you should shake with fear.
    Women, you feel safe now, but you should tremble.
Take off your nice clothes.
    Then put rough cloth around your waist to show your sadness.
12 Beat your breasts in grief because the fields that were pleasant are now empty.
    Cry because the vines that once had fruit now have no more grapes.
13 Cry for the land of my people.
    Cry because only thorns and weeds grow there now.
Cry for the city that once was happy.
    And cry for all the houses that once were filled with joy.

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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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