F or the mountains I will take up a weeping and wailing and for the pastures of the wilderness a lament, because they are burned up and desolated, so that no one passes through; neither can men hear the lowing of cattle. Both the fowls of the air and the beasts have fled, they are gone!
Pelos montes levantai choro e pranto, e pelas pastagens do deserto lamentação; porque já estão queimadas, de modo que ninguém passa por elas; nem se ouve mugido de gado; desde as aves dos céus até os animais, fugiram e se foram.
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