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11 Though you rejoice, though you exult,
    O plunderers of my heritage,
though you frisk about like a heifer on the grass,
    and neigh like stallions,
12 your mother shall be utterly shamed,
    and she who bore you shall be disgraced.
Lo, she shall be the last of the nations,
    a wilderness, dry land, and a desert.
13 Because of the wrath of the Lord she shall not be inhabited,
    but shall be an utter desolation;
everyone who passes by Babylon shall be appalled
    and hiss because of all her wounds.

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