15 C'est là cette ville joyeuse qui vivait dans la sécurité, qui disait en son cœur: Moi, et nulle autre que moi! Comment est-elle devenue un désert, un gîte pour les bêtes? Quiconque passera près d'elle, sifflera et agitera la main
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This is the city of revelry that lived in safety. She said to herself, “I am the one! And there is none besides me.” What a ruin she has become, a lair for wild beasts! All who pass by her scoff and shake their fists.
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