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15 This is the jubilant(A) city
that lives in security,
that says to herself:
I exist, and there is no one else.
What a desolation she has become,
a place for wild animals to lie down!
Everyone who passes by her
scoffs[a] and shakes his fist.

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  1. 2:15 Or hisses