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11 Shudder, you complacent ones;
tremble, you overconfident ones!
Strip yourselves bare(A)
and put sackcloth round your waists.
12 Beat your breasts in mourning(B)
for the delightful fields and the fruitful vines,(C)
13 for the ground of my people
growing thorns and briars,(D)
indeed, for every joyous house in the jubilant city.

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