12 Beat your breasts(A) for the pleasant fields,
    for the fruitful vines(B)
13 and for the land of my people,
    a land overgrown with thorns and briers(C)
yes, mourn(D) for all houses of merriment
    and for this city of revelry.(E)

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12 They shall lament for the teats, for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.

13 Upon the land of my people shall come up thorns and briers; yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city:

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