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11 Open your doors, Lebanon,
so that fire may devour your cedars.
Wail, you fir trees, because the cedars have fallen.
    The majestic trees have been destroyed.
    Wail, oaks of Bashan,
    for the impenetrable forest has been felled.
There is a sound of shepherds wailing,
    because their splendor has been destroyed.
    There is a sound of young lions roaring,
    for the dense thickets of the Jordan have been destroyed.

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