LEB(i)
12 mourning over breasts, over fields of delight, over the fruitful vine,
13 over the soil of my people. It goes up in thorns* and briers,* indeed over all of the houses of joy in the jubilant city.
14 For the palace will be forsaken, the ⌊crowded city⌋* deserted; the hill and the watchtower will become* a cave forever, the joy of wild asses, a pasture ⌊for⌋* flocks.