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11 Open thy doors, O Lebanon,
that the fire may devour thy cedars.
Howl, fir tree; for the cedar is fallen;
because the mighty are spoiled:
howl, O ye oaks of Bashan;
for the forest of the vintage is come down.
There is a voice of the howling of the shepherds;
for their glory is spoiled:
a voice of the roaring of young lions;
for the pride of Jordan is spoiled.

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