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11 Open your doors, Lebanon,
    that the fire may devour your cedars.
Wail, cypress tree, for the cedar has fallen,
    because the stately ones are destroyed.
Wail, you oaks of Bashan,
    for the strong forest has come down.
A voice of the wailing of the shepherds!
    For their glory is destroyed: a voice of the roaring of young lions!
    For the pride of the Jordan is ruined.

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