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Herds will lie down in the middle of her, all the animals of the nations. Both the pelican and the porcupine will lodge in its capitals.

Their calls will echo through the windows. Desolation will be in the thresholds, for he has laid bare the cedar beams. This is the joyous city that lived carelessly, that said in her heart, “I am, and there is no one besides me.”

How she has become a desolation, a place for animals to lie down in!

Everyone who passes by her will hiss, and shake their fists.

Woe to her who is rebellious and polluted, the oppressing city!

She didn’t obey the voice. She didn’t receive correction. She didn’t trust in Yahweh. She didn’t draw near to her God.

Her princes within her are roaring lions. Her judges are evening wolves. They leave nothing until the next day.